Harry had just woken up. "Lou?" He said dazed in sleepiness still.
"AHH!" He hears followed by a burning aroma. He quickly gets up and runs to the kitchen. "Harry, Har- HARRY HELP!"
"Ugh, Loubear, I know you're trying to be sweet bu-"
"HARRY SHUT UP AND HELP ME WITH- THIS!" Louis spits out horrified, gesturing to the small flames and burned pancakes on the stove.
Harry walks over to the stove and casually turns it off. "Happy?"
"Oh..." Louis breaths, a little emarrassed, cheeks flushing a faint pink.
Harry picks up the burnt food and throws it away. It's then that he realizes his boyfriend is covered in eggs and flour, as a smile spread across his face, looking at himself.
"Here," Harry says, getting out new pancake mix and tossing it to his Louis. He shows Louis how to mix the pancakes, cook them, and serve them.
"Mmm!" Louis exclaims, surprised that HE made this.
"Good, yeah?" Harry says, smiling, proud of himself for being such a great teacher.
