Long Story Short (Short Stories & Thoughts)

Forget (Louis & Harry)

Title: Forget

Pairings: Louis/Harry (depending on how you look at it)

Rating: PG-13 (For minor violence and character death)

Word Count: 1,968

Summary: It was just supposed to be a night of cooking with his best mate. Then reality decided to  come and rear its ugly head. 

Disclaimer: The only reason I'm not completely labeling this as a Larry One Shot is because it really all depends on your interpretation. I know a lot of people said they wouldn't read any boyxboy/slash ones, so I wanted to make this one open to either. If you ship Larry, this can be Larry, if you don't, it can just be about two best friends. 

 

            Louis insisted he cook that night. 

            No one knew why, not even Louis himself, but he just was having the urge, the need to cook dinner for himself and the rest of the lads.

            When he announced it, Liam and Zayn exchanged a strange glance, a glance that said a million words in two seconds. While they did that, Niall stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment before nodding slowly, chewing on his lower lip. 

            Louis tried to ignore their strange reactions. He didn’t know why they had to do that; he wasn’t that bad a cook… was he? 

            Louis shook his head to himself as he bent down in the kitchen cupboards, searching for a proper casserole dish. Harry had taught him to make this special meal a while ago, and it quickly became his favorite, a special one that they could share together.

            “Not thinking of making a casserole without me, are you?”

            Straightening up with dish in hand, Louis turned and grinned widely, coming face to face with his curly-haired best mate. 

            “Of course not Haz,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes jokingly before moving to the tall fridge, rummaging around for the proper ingredients. 

            “Good,” Harry replied, smirking slightly. “Because I would’ve been hurt if you did. I would have been scared that you’ve surpassed your master.” 

            Louis turned the stove on to the perfect degree then, allowing it to heat up in preparation for cooking the raw meal.  “I could never do that,” he laughed. “You know you’ll always be the champion chef around here.” 

            “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

            Louis couldn’t help but smile at that. He couldn’t help but love the fact that Harry was such a brilliant chef. The rest of the boys, including himself, were generally pretty much crap at cooking, so it was nice to have at least one person with a little culinary talent in the house.

            Liam would always like to tease Louis that if he didn’t stay out of the kitchen, the house would end up burning down, but something about this casserole dish was special. Maybe it was because of Harry, but it was the only thing he could cook that wouldn’t go up in flames- both figuratively and literally. 

            “Aren’t you going to help?” Louis asked as he gestured to the laid out ingredients on the counter, just waiting to be used. 

            Harry licked his lips for a moment and paused before shaking his head. “Why don’t you do this one yourself Lou,” he said, sounding almost uncertain, maybe even longing. “I’ll supervise. After all, I want to see how close you really are to surpassing me.” The last part was said with a teasing, humorous tone again, but Louis could still sense something wrong.