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Harry Styles hadn’t thought he’d ever wake up in Louis’ bed. He’d dreamed of it, sure, but never thought it’d become a reality. And if he was to ever be in Louis’ bed, he thought it’d be a secretive thing, leaving quickly and already forgotten. But here he was, before his lover had awoken, the early-morning light pouring in through the blinds. He looked to Louis, who lay peacefully beside him. His eyes fluttered open, blinking once, twice. He yawned, his lips turning to a smile when he saw Harry.
“Mornin’, love.”
He reached over, cupping Harry’s face in his palm and bringing it closer to his own. He placed a soft kiss on his lips, grinning wildly when he eventually pulled away. He sat up slowly, pulling Harry closer so his back leaned against his chest.
“Y’know,” he mumbled, his lips almost touching Harry’s ear, “I had a lot of fun last night, Haz. Think we should do it again.”
“Yeah? Now?”
Louis chuckled. “Not now. Unless you’d like to. But this. Us. And maybe go out. Like boyfriends.”
“I’d like that a lot, Lou.” Still leaning against him, Harry took Louis’ hand in his own, tracing his thumb along the 28 inked in his skin. “I’d like to stay with you, right here, forever.”
“Me too, doll. Me too. Maybe we should get up, though? Start the day together, as boyfriends? Maybe grab some breakfast?”
Harry ran his thumb along Louis’s hand, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I’ll make us something to eat. Can’t promise though it’ll be any good.”
“I’m sure it’ll be great.”
Harry turned to face Louis, kissing him on the cheek before standing up and leaving his boyfriend alone in the bedroom. Louis smiled as he left, wondering how he possibly could’ve gotten this lucky.
Harry entered the kitchen, unaware of exactly where to start. He opened drawers and pantries, looking for something, anything, to satisfy their appetites. Surprisingly, there was nothing that looked good to Harry. There were leftovers in styrofoam containers and a wide variety of condiments he didn’t want to look at the best before dates of. There was bread, of course, but nothing to go on it, not even something as simple as eggs.
Harry ducked his head back in Louis’ bedroom. “I’m going to grab something from the grocery, alright? I’ll be back soon.”
And with that, he was gone (after putting on some decently modest clothing). Harry walked down the road to the local supermarket. It was still fairly early, so he found no trouble finding what he was looking for. He was only going to go to the produce aisle, but decided to pick Louis up some pantry staples too—he didn’t want him to live off of only expired exotic condiments, after all.
He went to the checkout, where he was served by an elderly lady that did not recognize him one bit. It bothered him, just a little bit. Not that he expected an old woman to be a One Direction superfan, but still.
Then, he walked leisurely back to Louis’ place, hands full of unnecessary groceries. As he walked through the front door, Louis was waiting for him, patiently sitting at the kitchen table. Laying his haul on the counter, he then placed sliced bread in the toaster. Louis smiled at him, content just observing his lover, his boyfriend, provide for them. He would be more than happy to live like this, with him. He made a mental note to suggest it once they were going steady.
Harry, who had grabbed a floral apron from the back of a drawer, unpacked his groceries, methodically putting them away in drawers. Louis was certain he’d need to phone him up later to ask where everything was, but it would be worth it just to hear his voice. Harry grabbed the last items from the paper bag, placing them on a cutting board.
“Not fookin’ avocados,” Louis scoffed, eyes wide and incredulous.
Harry turned to him and smiled as the toaster popped. “You don’t like them?”
“They do piss me off avocados. Trendiest food of all time.”
“Well, yeah. ‘Cause they’re good.”
“No. Never tried ‘em. And don’t plan on it either.”
“Come on, Lou. You’ll like it, I promise. Avocado on toast is a classic.” Harry used a butter knife to take the slightly burnt toast out of the toaster.
“Fine,” Louis grumbled. “I’ll try it. But only for you.”
Harry grinned. He spread the avocado onto the toast, then took a seat beside Louis, placing a plate down in front of them. Harry started eating immediately, making little hums of enjoyment. Louis took his slice of toast off his plate, holding it at a distance as though it was infected with some sort of deadly disease. Reluctantly, he took a small, crumb-sized bite. He swallowed loudly.
“So? What do you think?”
“It’s–” Louis paused, collecting his thoughts, “not that bad. Not that I like it. ‘Cause I don’t. But it could be worse.”
Harry smirked. He said nothing as Louis finished his entire breakfast. He also said nothing the next time he visited Louis’ house--when he spotted fresh avocados sitting in the fruit bowl.