I'd love a drabble about Harry coming into the kitchen to find Louis raiding the fridge at night (might be bc I'm super hungry lol) 🙏🏼
Harry blindly followed the quiet, indiscernible sounds, eyes almost closed in the familiar hallways of their house. He squinted when the light spilling out from the doorway of the kitchen came into his field of vision. He had half a mind to turn around, but light probably meant Louis. It might also mean a very clumsy burglar, but Harry was willing to take that chance. He’d seen Home Alone.
Standing in the doorway, he saw Louis’ legs beneath the open door of the fridge. He’d found him, then! Time to close his eyes again. He leaned against the doorframe and started to drift off again, when he heard Louis humming a song. It made him smile, knowing the melody, and took him a little while to hear that the lyrics were entirely wrong.
“How the fuuuuuck do you make pancakeeessss? Where the fuuuuuuck is the flooouuuur?”
“Recipe’s in the purple book,” Harry mumbled, licking his dry lips, “flour is in the cupboard with the pasta above the stove.”
“Christ, love! You almost made me drop the eggs!” Louis’ lively voice was loud in the quiet of the night.
“Why aren’t we sleeping?” Harry grumbled, opening his eyes enough to walk up to Louis and wrap his arms around him from the back as he strained to reach the flour.
“Pancakes!” Louis explained, humming happily when he finally got the box of flour down and he could lean into Harry’s front.
“It’s the middle of the night.”
“Perfect time for pancakes,” Louis said very matter-of-factly. “Wanna sit down while I work out this recipe of yours?”
Harry, whose eyes were firmly closed again grumbled, hugging Louis tighter.
“Alright,” Louis giggled. “But keep your eyes closed, love. I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.”
“I know.” Harry said into the nape of Louis’ neck. “Wake me up when the kitchen’s burning.”
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