7. Imagine (Larry)
Harry wakes up to the smell of burning. Very hefty burning. He also wakes up to the sound of swearing. Very hefty swearing.
Rubbing his eyes, he sits up and realises the space next to him in the bed is empty. Which means the source of the burning and swearing must be Louis. He gets up and pads over to the kitchen, where he sees Louis about to flip off a bag of flour. Louis freezes.
"Umm, happy pancake day?" he then grins sheepishly. Harry smiles back at him and wraps his arms around Louis' waist. He gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, then rests his chin on Louis' shoulder.
"You're making pancakes? That's new," he commented, feeling a bit wary. He didn't wan to say anything wrong.
"Yeah, I decided to make this day something special, I think it's turning out alright, despite the mess," Louis replied cheerfully, pointing at a pancake that seemed to be the only one who hadn't suffered the fires of hell, aka the stove.
"Then again, every day with you is special," he then added, a slight blush settling on his cheeks. Harry giggled and pecked him on the lips.
"Am I allowed to help?" he then asked, feeling slightly mischievous. Louis nods and focuses on the pancake he's trying hard not to burn.
Harry decides to put another pan on the stove so they can make pancakes at the same time, butting each other with their hips once in a while just to distract each other.
Although Harry's turn out considerably better, he doesn't say a thing but keeps up a mantra in his head for when he has to eat them later. It's the thought that counts. It's the thought that counts. It's the thought that counts. And so on.
When Louis has finished off the batter, he waits with Harry silently, waiting for his last pancake to be done.
Smirking, he keeps pressing kisses to Harry's face, neck and collarbone. Harry tried to remain silent, but soon, it's too much.
He picks Louis up and sets him on the counter, gripping his knees so he can stand between them. Louis chuckles and leans in to close the space between them. Soon enough, his hands are tangled in Harry's hair, the pressure Harry's hands put on his thighs is nearly unbearable. Louis makes a little sound, hoping Harry will get the message.
He sighs in relief when Harry's hands move up his thighs, getting closer to his hard-on.
Suddenly there's a loud beeping noise.
"What the hell is the smoke alarm beeping for?" Louis demands, looking upwards to look at it. Then he notices the thick smoke billowing from the pan with the last pancake. Harry's already tending to it and grins when Louis appears next to him.
"Oops," he giggles.
"Hi," Louis sighs.
"How could you let a pancake burn you idiot?" he then continues, giving Harry a playful shove.
"Hey don't say that to the guy who was about to give you a handjob," Harry replies in a satisfied tone.
"You're such a dork, I love you," Louis sighs.
"And I love you," Harry replies with a wink.
Who ships Larry? I've never done one like this cause I'm not a big shipper but eh. What do you think of it?