Harry’s voice was bright, cheerful. “I’m making pancakes. Just calling to see if you’ll be home anytime soon.”
Louis hesitated, glancing back at the bedroom. “Oh, no! Shit, I’ll probably have to run and help you, then.”
“What? What are you doing?” Harry laughed.
“You have a fever, too?”
Harry’s laughter grew even louder. “You busy today? We could do something, just us two, before the boys get back.”
Louis turned his back to the bedroom door to hide his smirk. “Oh no, that’s awful. Yeah, I’ll stop by the pharmacy and grab you some medicine.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry’s laughter rang through the phone.
“I’ll be there in a sec! Try not to die!”
“I’ll do my best for you, Lou,” Harry played along, and Louis was certain he could hear the smile in his voice.
With a guilty little grimace, Louis headed back to the bedroom, grabbing his clothes from the chair and pulling them on. Danielle watched him, brows furrowed.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Sorry, love, I’ve got to go. Harry’s not feeling well. He’s all alone, I need to check on him.” He shrugged on his jacket, leaning over the bed to kiss her. “Damn Harry.”
“He’s alone? Where’s his boyfriend?” she asked, eyes wide with concern.
“He just left. And he’s not his boyfriend.”
Louis practically ran out of Danielle’s flat, a wicked grin plastered across his face.
The moment he stepped inside, the warm, sweet scent drifting from the kitchen made his entire body relax. “It smells amazing in here,” Louis groaned, closing his eyes for a second.
“I know, right?” Harry said, both dimples showing as he watched Louis hop onto the counter. “Don’t sit there. That’s where I cook.”
Louis shrugged. “My arse is clean.”
“ Louis .”
“Alright, alright, Sir Orders-a-Lot.” He slid off the counter, eyeing Harry. “Where’s Bradley?”
If Harry noticed the way Louis said his name, he chose to ignore it. “He left as soon as we woke up.”
Louis gasped dramatically. “No cuddling? That’s just cruel.”
Harry paused mid-motion. “Did you cuddle today?”
“That’s… not the point,” Louis said, grinning. “And no, I didn’t.”
“That’s what I thought.” Harry smirked knowingly. “Can you grab the berries from the fridge?”
“Yes, sir.” Louis pulled open the fridge.
“Mum,” Louis warned, exasperated. “He… cleans my stuff. I don’t ask him to. He just goes around organising everything like the control freak he is. And then I can’t find my things. Last week, I found my headphones in the drawer.”
