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Louis hadn’t even got out of bed yet when Harry turned on the music. Blasted it through the house. Every speaker was on.
“Oh fuck!” Louis groaned to himself and pulled the duvet over his head.
Today his interview with Scott Mills aired and he might have said something about the song “What makes you beautiful”. It wasn’t like it was the first time, but every single time he did, his beloved husband sought his revenge by playing it as loud as he possibly could.
Harry hated when Louis slammed that song. Their song.
Harry argued that he fell in love to that song. Louis knew he did. He had been there. He had fallen in love as well, but he didn’t want that song to be the soundtrack to their life. It was too cheesy. Too childish.
“Baby, you light up the world like nobody else,” Harry scream-sang as he passed the half open bedroom door.
Louis released a long sigh.
That was the line he had used as an example.
Harry would do this to him all day long. He would play this song on repeat until Louis apologised for talking shit about their song. THEIR song.
The song to which all their happy memories connected too. When they fell in love. When they moved in together. Lazy Sundays spent at home. Yes, even their wedding.
Harry loved that song, and which meant that Louis had no choice but to listen to it, but he didn’t have to like it.
He rubbed a hand over his face, groaned and pulled himself out of bed. With reverent steps he padded over to the door, out into the living room and found Harry singing loudly in the kitchen, swaying his tush wrapped in the tiniest red shorts he owned while making eggs.
“I’m sorry,” Louis let out, but the music was too loud. Harry didn’t hear him.
He tried again, louder.
“I’m sorry!”
Harry turned around with the frying pan in hand and quirked eyebrows.
“What?” he called out. “I can’t hear you. I’m listening to this cheesy song!”
“I’m sorry!” Louis yelled as loud as he could.
Once again Harry started scream-singing “baby, you light up my world like nobody else…”
“I guess I’m not lighting it up as beautifully today!” Louis tried to joke and got Harry’s famous death glare.
“What do you want me to do?” Louis whined.
“You better figure it out because we’re listening to this song until you remember its importance!”
This was so typically Harry. He would be mad and then Louis would have to figure out how to fix it. He didn’t know how to fix this. He was barely awake and this fucking song was playing on repeat.
He had no other choice. He would have to do it.
With a few quick steps he closed the distance between them, made Harry out down the frying pan and pulled him into his arms.
He took a long breath, looked into his husband’s still unimpressed eyes and waited for the song to start over.
“You’re insecure, don’t know what for…” Louis started singing, more as a mumble while he swayed them slowly.
“Can’t hear you,” Harry said, but a small smile started tugging at his lips. The glare wasn’t as deadly now.
“Don’t need makeup to cover up. Being the way that you are is enou-ou-ough.”
Louis grabbed his hands, spun him around, danced with him in the kitchen like they had done since they were teenagers.
With eyes locked on Harry’s, pulling him in close, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist Louis sang “baby, you light up my world like nobody else,” then gave his husband a chaste kiss on the lips.
“I knew you loved this song!” Harry chirped teasingly. “You only say that on radio to sound cool, but you know what Louis, what’s even cooler is you admitting how it’s the soundtrack to your life. It’s our song. You should admit that…” Harry was looking at him expectantly.
“Harry, babe, it’s our song. It’s the soundtrack of our life and I cherish every memory we have to this song.”
This stupid song, Louis thought but didn’t say it, because he had no intention of making this worse. He didn’t want to listen to this song all day long.
“You should remember that the next time you’re on the radio!”
“Yes, yes, I should,” Louis let out, rolling his eyes.
“And this song is sweet and innocent, like we once were. Not like when you made us all sing about your boner.”
“Oh,” Louis said, wrapping his arms tighter around Harry’s body. “You love my boner. You’ve said so a million times by now.”
“Can you blame me?” Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Louis knew that he had succeeded, but to make sure Harry wouldn’t hold this against him he apologised again, even more sincerely this time.
“I’m sorry, babe, for talking shit about your favourite song, about our song, about the soundtrack to when we fell in love and to the rest of our time together.”
“You’re forgiven,” Harry said, leaning in to kiss Louis tenderly. “And if you do it again, the only way for me to forgive you will be if you dance naked to this song. Yes, completely naked, swaying that juicy tush, while serenading me.”
Louis didn’t doubt it. Harry wouldn’t forgive him next time until he had done just that. Louis just hoped that he would remember this during future interviews when the topic of his least favourite 1D song was brought up, because he had a very short memory that never worked in his favour.