" T E R R IB L E " larry texting

Day 60

"I've missed you."

Harry's been keeping himself busy, going on his phone a lot, trying not to touch and pry anything of Louis'. He's respectful of the lad's things. Plus, this entire space is his home, it'd be an invasion of privacy if he'd look through his things. Earlier, Harry was bored so he pulled off a petal from the flowers to play with and put a few in the back of his clear phone case. He would admire it every so often, just in awe of how Louis treated him.

As 4 o'clock neared, Harry found himself a bit bored waiting around, and the netflix he was watching on his phone quickly became a lullaby. Soon enough, as Louis was clocking out of the day and Harry was dozing off on the couch, eyes fluttering shut while the show kept playing.

Louis, on his way home, was going to call Harry, but he felt too clingy. Always ringing him, always texting him. He could wait ten minutes until he got home to see him. And a bright smile spread on his face. Harry.. at his home. Seeing Harry at home. Oh the foreshadowing.

He gets home, humming softly as he unlocked the door and he rounded the corner to see Harry set the spare key on the table. And he saw the flowers he bought sitting pretty in a vase in the kitchen. He set down his things and smiles wide, ready to greet Harry but instead was greeted with soft snores and the droning of studio laughter. Ah, Harry dozed off watching That 70's Show. A show Louis recommended but didn't think Harry would enjoy.

He coos, setting his things down on the floor as he gently moves to lock Harry's phone and set it in his pocket. Then he moves to pick the boy up, carrying him bridal style to his room to lay Harry on the bed. If it was even possible, Harry looks even more innocent and pure as he sleeps. Louis places a kiss on his forehead and sets their phones to charge before hopping into the shower. A good thirty minutes later, Harry shuffles on the bed. He stirs until his eyes finally flutter open and he sees a shirtless Louis rummaging through the closet with some music, maybe Joy Division? It's quiet though, probably because Harry was asleep. Again he smiles, and stretches out before speaking.

"Hey, baby. You're home."

Louis looks over and laughs gently.

"Yeah, hey babe. I'm just changing shirts right quick. I was warming dinner in the oven and I kind of sprayed water all over myself trying to clean something."

Harry giggles, going over to Louis with rosy cheeks and pulling him in for a hug. Louis returns it just as tight.

"I missed you."

"I've read the messages."

"Just wanna make sure you know how much you take over my mind."

"Stop flirting. I just woke up and I feel atrocious."

"Well you look damn near ethereal."

"Lou..."

"Yeah baby."

"Stop making me fall for you."

"I'm sorry but it's not up to us to chose or deny fate. You're my destiny and I am yours."

Harry just watches Louis with bright eyes and chews on his lower lip. Maybe knows the perfect chance to go in for a kiss. Maybe.

Harry pulls away first and saunters off to the kitchen.

"What's for dinner, baby?"

Louis scratches the back of his neck as he follows, obviously a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I'm not much of a chef so I had one of my friends make lasagna. I'm sorry. But I did throw together the salad!"