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By the time lunch rolls around, Harry is ready to snuggle up with Louis in their bed and have a nice relaxing weekend, maybe share a bath, and take Clifford on a long walk in the forest. But he reminds himself it’s only Tuesday with a disgruntled sigh.
He finds himself walking towards the Drama block with sunken shoulders and a small frown, just wanting a hug from his husband. When he walks into Louis’ classroom, he doesn’t notice the small group of students spread out on seats around the room until Louis clears his throat “Can I help you Mr. Styles?” although his tone may come across as slightly irritated, Harry – who has known the man for almost twenty years– can sense the worry and confusion behind the words.
“Oh um- Sorry Mr. T, do you know how long this will be? I need a little chat with you” Louis concern only increases at his husband’s lack of confidence in this moment. Deciding to cut his detention short, he stands up behind his desk and gets the students’ attention.
“I’m letting you all go a few minutes early, but if you all decide to act up again, best believe you will all have Head of Year detentions after school, I am sick and tired of your arrogance and rudeness. I know drama isn’t your favourite subject, but some people want to learn. So stop messing around in my lessons and grow up. Now leave.” Louis declares with authority and a stern look upon his face. The four children scuttle out of the room passed Harry and down the corridor.
Quietly closing the door behind him and flicking the lock, Harry let’s out a relieved sigh. “What’s wrong honey?” Louis asks as he makes his way towards the man, “anything I can do?”
“Just hug me Lou” Harry pleads.
“Always, love” extending his arms, Louis pulls his husband into a strong comforting embrace. “Want to share what’s wrong?”
“Just needed a hug, feeling a little overwhelmed today, but nothing that can’t be solved by cuddling in front of a movie tonight” Harry replies, smiling softly and pecking Louis’ lips.
“I’ll pick up some Chinese on my way home and you can go straight to the sofa and snuggle with Cliff, how does that sound?”
“Ugh, amazing Lou, I knew there was a reason why I married you” Harry responds playfully.
They eat lunch at Louis’ desk, Harry having pulled up one of the student chairs, looking adorably cartoon-like with his lengthy body crammed into the seat. Before Harry returns to his classroom, Louis pulls him in for a long, loving kiss, threading his fingers through the man’s curls. Pecking his lips one last time, Louis ushers him towards the door with a soft “I love you, Sun”.
When Louis arrives home that evening, arms laden with a steaming bag of Chinese, Harry is in the kitchen swaying to some mellow music and unloading the dishwasher. He plants a kiss on his husband’s shoulder as he places the food on the kitchen island and begins to separate each meal onto the plates. “Thanks for doing this Lou” Harry hums into Louis’ hair as he kisses the side of his head.
“Anything for you baby” he grins back.