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Louis couldn’t quite tamp down on his smile as he shuffled the bag from the bakery down the street into his other hand so he could pull out his brand new key to let himself into their house. Since it was still early on a Sunday morning he hoped to surprise them with breakfast in bed.
Instead, he was surprised to find a near-naked Harry Styles leaning against the counter in front of the coffee maker and a bunch of bananas in nothing but grey briefs that left nothing to the imagination.
“Oh! Hi?” Louis said as he put the bag of pastries down.
“Um. Hello.” Harry dragged his eyes up Louis’ body. “You’re even more fit than Nick said you were.”
Louis tried to keep his eyes above Harry’s waist, but between the birds on his chest and the butterfly on his stomach his eyes danced around his torso. And the fucking laurels. Harry smirked when Louis’ eyes snapped back up to his face. “You’re not wearing any trousers,” Louis said dumbly.
Harry shrugged. “Didn’t know we were expecting company.” He drank the last of his coffee and poured himself another cup. “Want some?”
“No. I’m good. Thanks.”
Harry was drinking out of Louis’ mug; it had a double rainbow bridging two skeleton hands, and Louis loved it. And Harry was still in his pants and still leaning casually and still looking at Louis with heat in his eyes.
And it was still Harry Styles, who Louis knew from the tabloids and gossip columns and his little sisters’ walls, in his boyfriends' kitchen, with disheveled hair, looking like he owned the place.
“New boyfriend, huh?” Harry asked. “How’s it going?”
Louis nodded and managed to say, “Fine.” He cleared his throat.
Harry smiled a slow smile and hooked his tongue at the back of his mouth. “You do this a lot? Shag two lads at once?” He oozed a smug confidence that brought Louis’ hackles up.
“’M not a slag.” Louis shot back. “Haven’t done this before,” he added. Then he kept talking. “Not before them.”