Summary: "Come eat, sweetheart," Harry instructs as he plates the hashbrowns and two servings of eggs before drizzling hot sauce over both dishes. More hot sauce for Louis than him, but he's been trying to work his way up to a higher tolerance so they can go to this new Mexican restaurant that Louis has been raving about. He pulls a chair out for the other boy, but Louis simply pouts. "I want to sit with you," he requests innocently, and Harry's heart swells at the blatant affection. Swooping Louis back into his lap, they sit down at the table to eat. "You're needy today, aren't you baby love?" Harry noses at the back of his neck, taking in the warm scent. Louis quickly tilts his head back to press a quick kiss on Harry, winding his arm back around his neck. "Your breath smells like eggs," is all the other boy offers up. - or the 1970s au where the pressure of being an aging starlet begins to weigh heavy on Harry's heart before he meets Louis