Prompts(l.s)

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smut. bottom!harry

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Louis waited patiently for his husband to be back home. He'd gone for his first-ever two week business trip to Paris and to him, it was the longest 2 weeks of his life.

He's kept himself busy with his paints, working on canvas after canvas in complete silence, deeply concentrated in his work. But the feeling of loneliness was still there, something he hadn't experienced for so long it was foreign.

He missed the feeling of waking up with Harry in his arms, the loving touches they gave each other, the terrible jokes he'd come up with, everything. He missed him.

Call him crazy, but he refused to get out of the house the whole 2 weeks. Why would he have to anyways? It's not like he needed anything, right? He'd always been an introvert, preferring a cup of tea and his paints within the comfort of their house than a walkout in the park. Though he did love to travel, see different places, it always enhanced his paintings.

He'd met Harry at a cafe. He was working there at the time and Harry soon became his usual customer. Time flew and as Louis finally mustered up and asked him out on a date, he soon figured out it would be one of the best decisions he made in his lifetime. It was then that he learned that life was too short to hesitate over and consequently waste away with doubts and worries and hence began a new journey full of new beginnings he shared with his partner and soulmate for life.

He heard the door jingle, springing to his feet in excitement. Harry walked into the house, taken by surprise as he felt two arms wrap around his neck, clinging close to him. He smiled, clutching him closer as he desperately wound his legs around his torso, breathing in the lovely smell of coffee and cinnamon, his Harry.

"Louis." Harry breathed out, kissing his forehead repeatedly as his hands roamed around his back, rubbing circles in as he watched the smile appear on his face. He leaned in closer, pulling him in for a desperate kiss, hands making their way to his curls.

"I missed you," Louis whispered, eyes filled with worry when he finally took in his appearance. He grazed his thumb over the bags under his eyes, quickly moving to stand in his own feet when he saw him trembling as he held him up.

"It was tiring," Harry said, his voice rasping, pulling him close by his waist. "I didn't get a minute of rest and there was just so much work to do and meetings to attend, I'm so sorry I couldn't call every day after that first week-"

"It's alright." Louis mumbled, placing both his hands against his face in an attempt to comfort him. "You look exhausted love."

"I'm glad it's finally done with." Harry sighed as he rested his head on his shoulder, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. "Feel so happy to be back home with you."

Louis smiled, the worrisome look on his face still there. "C'mere baby, let me take care of you. Would you like that?"

"Yes please." Harry sighed, dropping his bags on the floor as he let him lead towards the bathroom, completely letting Louis take over.

"Shower or bath, love?" Louis asked already knowing the answer as he helped him out of his jacket.

"Bath." He heard him mumble as he worked on his shirt buttons, foreheads touching. Harry let him take off his clothes one by one while he worked on his, adamant to make him take a bath with him.

He yawned quietly as Louis filled up the bath, letting Louis climb in before getting in himself. He smiled when he saw the lighten scented candle in the corner making him know that Louis had the night planned all along.