Louis Partridge - one shots and imagines

Kitchen

A/N - this is adapted from another book of mine. I will be writing later today but I'm going on holidays so I'll see

"Come on we need to bake the cake before the party." you say getting up from the couch. You grab Louis's hand and try to pull him up from his corner of the couch.

"Can't we just buy her a cake?" he groans, reluctantly getting up.

"No! Of course we can't. Millie deserves better." you say, dragging his body into your cramped kitchen.

"What. And I don't deserve the right to relax?" he remarks. You shoot him a glare and he instantly shuts up.

Once you're in your kitchen you try to gather the ingredients for the cake when you feel Louis's arms wrap around you. He leans his head on your shoulder as he lets out a sigh.

"Long day?" You ask sympathetically while continuing to search for flour

His sigh tells all as he seems to sink further into your presence.

You turn around to face him, and jump to sit on the counter. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer.

"I'm sorry you're having a bad day babe but it's Millie's birthday. You know? The one who works with you? The least you can do is try to help me bake this cake." You say as your fingertips trace his cheeks.

"I know" he admits, "I just wanted to have fun with you today. Try to forget the shit day I've just had..."

"Who said baking a cake with me isn't going to be fun?" You smirk, raising an eyebrow.

"Y/N we both know how much of a perfectionist you are. You aren't going to let me touch anything." He lets out a huffed chuckle and you can't help but agree with him.

"I know what you can touch..." you begin, looking up at the top shelf.

He raises his eyebrows and his gloomy face seems to contort into a cheeky smirk.

"Oh my god Louis!" You scold as you smack his chest, unable to keep the blush that crept up your face. In a desperate attempt to hide it, you bury your face into his sweater.

"I was just going to ask you to grab that mixing bowl from the top shelf, Jesus." You mumble into his chest.

"Haha, alright baby." He says as he easily reaches up and grabs it.

You reach for it but he yanks it out of your reach just in time. Holding it over his head, he gives you a teasing smile. He looked so cute, even when he had a long day he found a way to put a smile on both of your faces.

"Louissss-" You whine trying to reach the impossible height.

"Nope, not unless you give me a kiss." He says a smile on his face.

You give him a quick peck that didn't even land on his lips, more so on his chin, and re reach for the bowl.

"You call that a kiss?" He teases and the bowl remains over his head.

You give him a pout but he doesn't seem to budge. 'Two can play this game.' You thought as you jumped down from the counter to Louis's surprise. But before he can question your motive, you capture his lips in a forceful kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him to your level. You lightly bite at his bottom lip and his mouth parts open. His hands lower to grip your waist. Just then, you grab the bowl out of his hand and push him off promptly ending the kiss.

He stood there dazed by the kiss as you peck his nose.

"Thank you." You say in a song song voice knowing you won the 'battle'.

"I- Y/N. What? I thought-" he stumbled over his words trying to regain his composure.

"I gave you what you wanted, and I got what I wanted." You innocently grinned, waving the bowl around.

He slumps into the counter as you dig in the fridge to gather the ingredients and carefully set them down, you reach over to grab measuring cups when the sound of whipped cream being sprayed made you turn around.

You are met with a cream stuffed Louis who seemed to be enjoying himself. He swallows, giving you a big grin, and a giggle escapes your lips.

"I want some." You say, opening your mouth for him to spray some. He leans in and you hear the sound of it making it's way out of the can, but no sweet sensation in your mouth. Instead you get a cold feeling on the tip of your nose, and just after the warmth of his lips as they land on your nose to kiss off the dollop of cream.

"Asshole." You glare at him playfully, snatching the can from him to generously spray some into your mouth.

"Aww come on babe. You know you love me." He smiles, his arms open for a hug which you refuse.

"Shut up and help me make this cake." You say turning your back to him. You hear him groan and you smile. 'What a child' you thought to yourself, shaking your head.

5 October 2020

Just a reminder that wattpad will be down tomorrow (between 8.00am and 10.00am for me) so I won't be able to update during that time

Also sorry for this literally crap that I call writing