I Want to Write You a Song

Baby You Light Up My World

Halfway through the interview, Louis feels his phone buzzing in his pocket.

Harry.

Overcome with adrenaline, he's on his feet and running off the stage.

"Louis, where are you going?" The interviewer looks perplexed.

"Just really have to piss!"

Louis ignores the roaring laughter from the audience and runs backstage, stuffing his microphone in a plant. He pulls out his phone and sees a missed call from Niall.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

With clammy hands, he dials Niall back . His fingers tremble so badly it takes him a long time to finally type the number right. Too long.

"Hi, you've reached Niall Horan! If you're hearing this message, I'm probably eating Nandos or hanging out with my lads. Here comes the beep, you know what to do."

Louis doesn't bother leaving a message. He angrily shoves his phone back in his pocket, cursing under his breath.

He makes it back to the hotel in record time, panicking the whole way. He had a hundred thoughts running through his head, all of them about Harry.

Harry.

Louis would never forgive Simon if something happened to Harry while he wasn't there all because of some bloody interview. He'd never forgive himself.

He's hyperventilating when he bursts through the door. "Niall? Niall! Niall, where is he? Where's Harry?"

The two boys take in the sight of each other, confusion painted on both their faces. Niall was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, watching football.

"He's right in the kitchen..." Niall begins, "What's wrong Louis, you look awful. No offense."

"He's okay?" Louis chokes out.

"Yah, he's okay," Niall says, feeling guilty. "Didn't mean to worry you. Haz wanted to bake you cookies. He wanted me to call and ask what your favorite kind is."

Relief washes over Louis like a fucking tidal wave. Because he's okay. Harry is okay.

Harry is okay.

He doesn't even try to hold in tears.

He can't quite block out this small voice that whispers in the back of his mind.

Harry is okay.

For now.

He quickly dries his eyes on the sleeve of his sweatshirt and heads straight for the kitchen, because he can't bear being away from Harry for even another second.

"Hey, Lou!"

Louis takes in the sight of his boyfriend. Cookie dough coats his hands and face. He's wearing a pair of Louis' joggers, which fit hit more like capris since he's so much taller, and Louis' Beetles' t shirt. Maybe most notable, is the ear to ear smile plastered on Harry's face. Louis thinks he could stare at his goofy smile forever.

"Missed you," Louis admits, rushing over to pull him in for a hug. He presses a trail of kisses into Harry's neck and collar bones. "Hate being away from you."

"Hate it, too," Harry breaks free from the hug and gestures towards the oven. "I'm making you cookies."

His proud smile makes Louis' heart swell. "Smells delicious."

"Want to taste?" Harry offers his dough covered fingers up to Louis' mouth, and Louis licks at them, "Don't worry I washed my hands first."

"So good, Haz." He laughs. "What flavor are they?"

"Molasses," Harry answers hesitantly. "I wanted Niall to double check, but I thought these were your favorite..."

Louis forces a quick nod and smile, "Love them." He reaches out for Harry's hand, not carrying that it's all sticky. "Love you."

As happy as Louis is that Harry is having a good night, he can't help the pit growing in his stomach. His favorite cookies aren't molasses. They're chocolate chip and Harry has always known that. But he's forgotten. It makes Louis wonder,

What else will he forget?

When the cookies are done, Harry calls Niall into the kitchen. Louis and Harry are already sitting down, Louis on Harry's lap.

Much to his surprise, Harry doesn't object when Louis tries to feed him a cookie. It's the first he's eaten in ages. "How is it, Love?" Louis asks.

Harry tries to say what sounds like, "good", but his words are muffled by the food in his mouth. This sends them both into a fit of laughter that ends with Louis doubled over clutching his stomach, and Harry practically choking on cookie crumbs.

They hear a faint "click" as Niall takes a picture of them.

That night, they fall asleep on the couch tangled up in each other, hearts and bellies both full.