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Louis groans as Harry helps him sit up against the headboard, the curly-haired man fluffing the pillow so it is even more comfortable for Louis.
“Thanks, Babe.” He mumbles, holding onto his broken arm, the straps across his chest making his skin itchy.
“You’re welcome,” Harry smiles gently at him, pulling the bed sheet up to Louis’ waist, “Do you need anything from the store?” He asks, just as softly.
Right, after the humiliating sponge bath time with his husband, Louis forgot that he was stuck at home. The thought just makes him groan some more.
“What’s wrong?” Harry frowns, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I just don’t get why I can’t come to the store with you? It’s not like we're going there rollerskating.” He rolls his eyes.
Harry sighs, “Lou, the doctor said one week of bedrest. Then to take it easy for another one.”
“But what am I supposed to do?” He whines, and he knows he must sound like a toddler right now, although he really doesn’t care.
Harry laughs at his childish behaviour, “Well… In ‘bedrest’ you have ‘bed’,” He starts to enumerate on his fingers, “And ‘rest’ so… Does that give you any hint?” The corner of his perfect mouth is rising, making his sinful dimple appear.
Damn it.
Louis is too weak for this.
“You think you’re funny don’t you?” Louis gives him an unimpressed look, but really he is just trying to hide his endearment, when Harry is all toothy smiles and nodding his head at him. It’s Louis’ turn to sigh, “But this is not fair!” He whines again, “I’m fine!”
He tries to move a bit to make his point, but he is quickly stopped by a vivid pain shooting up his upper arm, making him hiss.
“Clearly.” Harry looks at him pointedly.
“Ugh, I hate this.” Louis says, defeated, letting his head fall back against the pillow as he closes his eyes.
“Maybe you should have thought of that before drinking too much and racing against your band mates in a parking lot, again …”
Louis can hear the amusement in Harry’s voice. He snaps his head at him, and glares at his giggling husband. The green-eyed man, hiding his mouth behind his manicured hand.
“We were celebrating the new album,” Louis pouts, “You know how it is, Mr I bit my tongue open while I was on shrooms…” Louis smirks.
Harry glares cutely at him, “That was different, it was while in the process of writing, for inspiration.”
“Suuure, that’s completely different.” Louis indulges him sarcastically with a nod.
“Anyways, don’t change the subject,” Harry exclaims, making the older man chuckle. His husband always sees right through him, “Next time, try and celebrate another way,” Harry says, patting Louis’ thigh gently and standing up before going to their walk-in closet, “You scared the shit out of me.”
Louis can feel the sadness in his husband’s voice, “I’m sorry.” He tells him sincerely, loud enough for Harry to hear, remembering his husband’s panicked and screeching voice on the phone that night. Harry had called Oli by every name possible when the ginger lad had delivered the news, however there was still some left for Louis right after.
The blue-eyed man doesn’t blame his husband. He would have been out of himself if he hadn’t been able to be there for Harry’s surgery either. The younger man had flown to New-York as soon as he could, due to his residencies in LA, and they are now having a few days together in their Big Apple flat, before Harry has to fly for his Latin American tour and Louis back to England.
Harry sighs, walking out of the closet with his black North Face puffy coat resting over his arm and one of his tote bags, his hair pulled up with those cute clips that Louis loves so much, “It’s fine. I just hope you’ve learned your lesson by now. Twice is enough. I need you in one piece.” The last words are said in a whisper, Harry’s green eyes boring into his blue ones. Louis’ heart clenches.
“I’ll be more careful.” The older man promises.
It brings a small smile to Harry’s face, “That’s all I’m asking. Now,” He slips his puffy coat on, and hoists his bag on his shoulder, “Do you need something from the store?” He asks again.
“Are you sure I can’t come with you? I’ll walk very slowly and-”
“Nope.” Harry cuts him off, walking to Louis’ side of the bed.
“Come on, H!”
“Nuh uh.” Harry shakes his head, and leans in puckering his lips, waiting for Louis to kiss them.
“Ugh, you’re no fun.” Louis pouts again, before kissing Harry’s mouth.
Harry chuckles against his lips, “Yeah, but you love me.” He says after pulling away.
Louis hums stubbornly, making Harry giggle even more.
“Final offer…” Harry throws from their bedroom door.
“Maybe some mint chocolate chip ice cream…” He eventually mumbles.
“Shocking,” Harry lets out, earning him a middle finger from Louis. The younger man bursts out in laughter, Louis can’t control his own smile at the beautiful sound, “And I don’t know, you can watch some TV, or sleep, or read or-” Harry must see the ‘Are you serious?’ look Louis is throwing him, because he corrects himself right away and says, “Okay yeah, maybe just TV and naps.” He bites his lower lip, to conceal more laughter. If Louis had the strength to throw something at him right now, he definitely would.
“Alright, just get out of here, that’s enough out of you!” Louis shoos him away, Harry cackles trailing after him on his way out.
Louis shakes his head with endearment, then grabs the remote control when he hears the door of their flat close. The store isn’t that far, so Louis thinks it won’t take Harry very long to complete the few errands, though knowing his husband and how distracted he can get, he won’t bet on anything.
Not even after ten minutes of browsing through Netflix, not finding anything to his convenience, Louis turns the TV off and reaches for his phone which is lying next to him on the bed. He goes to Twitter and scrolls through his timeline, a smile on his face when he sees every effort and project his fans are putting together to help him reach number one in the UK. It warms his heart with how dedicated and loyal they are. In his state, he really needs it.
The previous day, while he was waiting for Harry to arrive from LA, he participated in the streaming party with his Louies. It was such an incredible experience to share some insights and secrets about the album; how the songs were created, the way they came together, or even the stories behind some of them.
Right now, because he has nothing to do, he decides to send a quick Tweet to thank everyone, certain that it’ll make them go crazy, just like every time he does so.
“Woke up today with a good feeling! I’ve had nothing to do but lay in bed since my arm so I’ve been on Twitter a lot. Your support on this album means everything to me. Gifting albums to other fans, constant online support, professional like marketing plans etc etc THANK YOU!”
He sends it, before quickly exiting the app, a small smirk on his face. He then goes to his photos and again, scrolls through them to pass the time. He laughs at some ridiculous pics that Harry has sent him throughout his tour; photos of insects he gave a name to because they looked lonely, silly selfies before going on stage, and some more inappropriate ones when they both felt horny and missed each other. A wave of butterflies swirl in Louis’ tummy just looking at them.
As he scrolls being the most bored he's ever been in his life, he stumbles upon a pic that he had taken of Harry’s phone on top of their bed. He wonders for a moment why in the hell he had taken a photograph of a phone, before it hits him again, remembering that Lottie wanted to buy one and was asking Louis to send her pictures so she could make her choice, because obviously, the ones on the internet weren’t enough.
He shakes his head fondly, his thumb hovering over his screen, about to delete the photo, when an idea comes to his mind. A really stupid and childish one, but Louis is bored out of his mind, so what else can he do?
He giggles to himself at the thought of it, goes to his conversation with Harry and searches for the pic, before quoting it with:
You forgot your phone.
He sends it instantly, not even contemplating the idea for one second, another set of giggles escaping his lips.
Considering the time that his phone shows him, he thinks that it mustn't have been very long since Harry reached the store, and he wonders if his husband will fall for the joke or not. Thankfully, Harry prefers to have the same bed sheets in all of their places. He says that it creates a feeling of home when they are away from London, and Louis couldn't agree more. Plus, he thinks it will work in his favour regarding his absurd little prank, because luckily, the bed sheets which are in the picture are the same ones they have today in their room.
Louis is proud of his ridiculous idea, and he lays his phone back on the bed, before grabbing the remote once more to try and find something to watch.
A bit over ten minutes have passed, the sound of their front door resonates through the flat and Louis has to bring his hand to his mouth to hide his devilish laughter. Well, maybe Harry is finished and didn’t fall for it, however Louis has a bit of hope.
Not even a minute later, his husband is entering their bedroom again, his cheeks flushed with the cold November air, “Babe, where’s my phone?”
Louis bites his lower lip, the urge to laugh eating him up.
“H…”
“What?” Harry is looking at him with wide expectant eyes, obviously in a hurry to go back to his errands and Louis is dying, “Where is my phone?” Louis can’t help the small guffaw that escapes him, “Babe, why are you laughing?” Harry whines, stomping his foot, “It’s not funny, there’s a lot of people at the store and it’s going to be even worse later. Please tell me where it is.” He pleads, his puppy eyes making it so difficult for Louis.
“How do you know that you left your phone?” Louis asks, biting down his lower lip so hard he thinks it might be bleeding.
“Wha-” Harry huffs in annoyance, stepping towards the foot of the bed to face him. Louis is gloating, “You just texted me,” Harry points out and Louis brings his fist to his mouth. This is too good really, “Saying ‘You forgot your phone’. So now I’m back and I’m looking for my phone. I really don’t understand why you’re laughing, I-”
“Babe,” Louis stops him in his rambling, to put him out of his misery, “I texted you…” Louis simply says, pressing his lips together, waiting for the light bulb to switch on in Harry’s brain.
“Yes,” His husband replies with an annoyed sigh, reaching out for his phone in his tote bag. As he does so, his eyes go wide in realisation when they fall on the device in his hand, a loud gasp slipping out of his beautiful mouth.
This time Louis can’t control himself any longer and completely breaks down in laughter, the sound of his loud ‘Ha ha ha’s bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. Harry glares at him for a millisecond before exploding in turn, his laughter a blessing to Louis’ ears. Louis’ tummy and arm hurt with how hard he is laughing, but it’s so worth it.
“Oh my God, Louis!” Harry exclaims after regaining a bit of his composure, “I hate you! Don’t you have anything else to do?” His words are cut with his chuckles, his face red with cute embarrassment when he lets his phone fall back in his tote bag.
“Nope.” Louis replies, mirroring his husband from earlier, earning him a fond shake of the head.
“Well, you’re lucky your arm is broken, because I don’t know what I would've done to you otherwise.” Harry points an accusing finger at him.
Louis wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, “Is that threat?”
Harry laughs again, rolling his eyes, “God, you’re insufferable.”
“Well, the doctor said bedrest… And you know what we can do in bed…” He says in a seductive tone.
Harry hums pensively, cocking his hip to the side, his eyes narrowing at Louis before he is rounding the bed to stand next to him, “Maybe if you behave for the rest of my errands,” He bends down, both of his hands landing on each side of Louis’ hips, his bag sliding off of his shoulder as he does so, his face close to Louis’, their noses almost brushing, “We can figure something out.” His breath caresses Louis’ lips. He swallows hard, his soft cock suddenly very interested.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to return the favor.” Louis grimaces thinking about his arm.
There is pause, until Harry whispers in a sultry voice, “You know that has never stopped me.”
With that, Harry is standing up, hoisting his bag in its rightful place and walking to exit the bedroom. Louis groans, his head falling backwards against the pillow again, his cock twitching in his sweats.
“Do something productive while I’m gone!” Harry hollers with a proud voice and a devilish chuckle from somewhere in their flat, leaving a stunned, hot and bothered Louis behind him, before the front door closes again.
Louis should be annoyed, but all he thinks of right now is how much he loves Harry. He guesses he deserves the torture as payback for his silly joke. He’ll take it anyday.