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Louis brings a new item everyday to the local homeless boy.
Little does he know.. falling in love with him is inevitable.
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After we had finished shopping, we made our way back to my house.
I jiggled open my front door, laughing at a joke Harry had told me in the car.
"Stop being so funny." I let him walk in first, holding his bags for him.
"Thank you for another perfect day, Lou." He looked down at his bags. "I got so much wonderful stuff.. I can't wait to wear them!"
"I can't wait to see you in them." I put the bags on the counter, turning my attention to him.
"You sure know how to spoil a man." He rubbed his lower lip, trailing down my features.
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"What can I say?" I pulled him closer. "You have me whipped."
I kissed his soft lips, smiling into our kiss.
"Do want me to cook us some dinner?" Harry asked.
"I don't think I have very many ingredients." I shrugged.
"I'm pretty good at working with very little ingredients."
"Can you teach me how to cook?" I asked.
He smiled. "I would love that."
I pecked his lips once more.
I never seemed to get enough of his pillowy kisses.
I watched him walk to the fridge, examining what little food I had.
"Let's see.." He bent down. "We have.. chicken."
The word we made my heart flutter.
"We have.. mozzarella." He threw it on the counter.
"Okay." I held the cheese. "What else?"
"Is this.." He held up a package. "Parma-ham?"
"Don't knock my choice of ham." I chuckled. "What else we got?"
He stood up, walking toward the pantry. "Oh!"
I watched him pick up a bag from the floor.
"We have potatoes!"
"Oh yeah." I furrowed my brows. "I forgot I had those."
"We could make some mashed potatoes." Harry suggested.
"Mashed potatoes are literally my favorite food." I sat down on a nearby barstool. "I always buy potatoes and tell myself I'm gonna use them but then they just rot cause I'm lazy and don't know how to cook."
"Well good thing you have me to teach you, right?"
He smiled to himself.
I could tell he loved feeling needed.
"Yes." I couldn't help but fond over him. "Good thing I have you."
He stopped for a moment, staring at me from across the kitchen.
