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Harry takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes with his pointer finger and thumb, the words in front of him not making any sense. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and lets out a sigh preparing himself to read again in case he’s mistaken. Nope. It’s all still there. He’s just received an email asking for his catering services for a movie set.
See, Harry has been a successful caterer in New York city for about eight years, having come to the city as a sous chef at his friend John Doherty’s restaurant to later part ways to open his own restaurant. He’s well recognized among the high society of New York but he’s mostly served weddings and the odd upscale corporate event.
But this is huge for two reasons. First, this would be his first time working for an internationally famous actor. And second, the famous actor is none other than Louis Tomlinson, Harry’s forever crush.
The first time Harry saw Louis on the big screen he almost fell to his knees at the outstanding beauty the other man possessed. Ever since, he’s closely followed Louis’ career and his journey as a rising star in the Hollywood galaxy, doing things that go from watching his movies both in theaters and streaming services—he’s still paying for most of them even if he hasn’t used them in months—to attending the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon to see Louis being interviewed live. To say he hasn’t recovered from seeing the embodiment of sunshine a few feet away from him would be an understatement.
As a fan of Louis’ work, Harry was aware of the actor’s presence in New York but didn’t think much of it until now. Now that Louis’ personal assistant—Oliver, according to the email—has reached out to Harry’s company to organize a catering for the last day of filming.
He’s too stunned to reply with a proper response but he still does because above everything, he’s a professional. Harry agrees to the meeting Oliver has arranged to discuss the menu and logistics.
After writing the email, he closes his laptop and leaves his office, promptly making his way to the kitchen to prepare something quick for dinner as a distraction. Any and all thoughts about Louis Tomlinson can wait for later.
~
Harry arrives about five minutes early to the Starbucks on 7th avenue just a few blocks away from his catering’s office where Oliver asked him to meet. He hopes everything can be arranged within an hour so he can continue with his schedule for the day.
Today’s morning hasn’t been as productive as usual for Harry. Last night he stayed up thinking of the many ways he could use this catering to impress the man who has captivated him with eyes as blue as the sky and hair that looks as soft as the clouds.
Harry always gives his one hundred percent when offering his catering services. All of his clients are satisfied at the end and they congratulate him for his talent as a chef and professionalism as a businessman. This time he can’t help but want to make a great impression, though. It’s Louis Tomlinson after all. He doesn’t think he’ll get another opportunity like this one, and that’s why he kept running ideas in his head until it was very late which ended up in him running late for his traditional staff meeting first thing in the morning.
He glances at his watch just when some red-haired man not too much younger than Harry approaches him.
“Hello! Harry, right? I’m Oli, nice to meet ya.”
“Hi! Nice to meet you, Oli. I haven’t ordered anything, do you want to go ahead?”
The man offers an open smile. “Yes, please.”
With drinks in hand, they both sit and start talking about the matter at hand.
“So, how many people is the service for?” Harry asks, pen and notebook ready to jot down all the details.
“Between the cast and crew we’re about sixty people. Louis asked to add ten more in case someone else shows up,” Oli answers. “Who, by the way, told me to excuse him for not being able to attend the meeting. As it’s the last weeks of filming, he’s on set pretty much all day.”
Harry pictures Louis doing his stunts for the spy movie he’s currently filming, all sweaty and hair disheveled…no, no, he can’t think of that right now.
“Yeah, no worries. I'm sure the both of us can come up with great ideas for him. But before we dive into menu details, when do you need the service?”
Oli finishes the sip he’s taking. “One and a half weeks, on May 24th. We know it’s kinda short notice but Louis was set on hiring your services and we hope that’s not a problem. He also figured you’d want to have free reign creating the menu—the only requirement he has is for it to be a meaningful meal, that it feels like a family thing. I think he’s seen your stuff online and wants to have the full experience.” Oli says with a knowing smile.
“Really?”
Harry is surprised. People who usually hire him want things to be done in a specific way and they don’t let him make decisions freely. There was one wedding where the bride’s mom entered the kitchen to cook herself which…what’s the point of hiring someone if you’re gonna do it anyway? But yeah, it’s pretty shocking to know he’s expected to create the menu on his own considering he’ll be cooking for some of the biggest names in the filming industry.
“Totally,” Oli says.
“Any diet restrictions I should know? Things to avoid?”
“Oh, crap! Yeah. Well, Louis doesn’t eat avocado, and there’s also fourteen vegetarian people…let’s round it to fifteen just in case.”
“Excellent! I think my team and I can work around that. Three courses is fine right? I’d usually offer more but given the timing…” He trails off.
“No, no, three courses is fine. Between you and me, I’d only offer to buy pizzas but the boss wants to treat everyone so whatever you come up with is fine.”
They both laugh at that and continue discussing prices and payments, ‘the dull part’ as Oli calls it. They round up the meeting shortly after that, Oli shaking Harry’s hand enthusiastically reassuring him they all can’t wait to try his creations.
As soon as Harry gets to his office, he starts thinking of the vegetarian dishes first to take them as base for the rest of the dishes so the catering doesn’t look mismatched. If there’s something Harry can’t stand, it’s people treating vegetarianism or any other diet as a burden.
He reunites with Romina and Javier, the executive chef and banquet chef at his restaurant respectively, and together they plan out a three course meal that is cohesive and can satisfy all the people served. They figure out something that is elegant but also heartwarming since it’s a gift by a fellow member of the cast.
Even with the menu planned and settled, there’s something nagging on Harry’s mind. He looks down at his notebook, wide open on the page where he took all the details Oli told him.
LOUIS DOESN’T EAT AVOCADO, Harry made sure to write it in all caps and underline it twice.
In fact, he already knows that because Louis has made his aversion to avocados very well known in a lot of print and film interviews. ‘Trendiest food of all time,’ Louis has labeled the fruit.
But maybe Louis hasn’t tried enough dishes. Avocado is not only meant to be spread on toast, it offers an infinite list of possibilities that go from entrees to desserts, to even drinks. Harry believes that if Louis eats something without knowing it contains avocado and likes it, he can see the fruit with a new perspective.
So a plan begins to form.
~
It’s four days later that Harry gets a phone call. The past few days, he’s been doing trials for the menu for the film’s catering to see if everything works as great in real life as it does in theory. So far, he’s approved the starters and he’s halfway done with the main course.
He picks up without looking at the ID caller. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Harry Styles?” The voice is raspy and a little bit familiar but he can’t point it out.
“Yeah, speaking.”
“It’s Louis Tomlinson, for the catering service you’re doing next week? My friend Oli spoke to you.”
Oh shit. There’s no way Louis Tomlinson is calling him. There’s a lot of noise outside so he goes to close the door of his office while he arranges his shirt even though Louis can’t see him.
“Y-yeah, yeah. Hi. How are you, Mr. Tomlinson? Um, is there any problem with the service?”
Louis laughs on the other side. “Just Louis is fine. No, no problem at all. It’s just that I wanted to thank you personally for taking on this event and to apologize for not having met with you earlier this week, we’ve been pretty busy on set. I’ve seen your work and I think it’s really great. I—we all can’t wait to taste your food.”
No amount of reviews from the best food critics in the world compare to Harry listening to Louis telling him how good his work is.
“Wow, thank you so much for the trust. I promise you we’ll do the best we can to provide the best service,” he says confidently. Before being a fan of the actor, Harry is a cook, and he knows he and his team will be at the top of their game as always.
“Oh really?” Louis asks, the last syllable going up in a playful tone. “Is everything coming along nicely?”
They continue chatting for a few more minutes, Harry telling Louis almost everything about what he’s planned for the catering in terms that are easy to understand for him and that aren’t too boring. He is surprisingly comfortable talking to Louis considering the big fat crush he has on the actor and the fact that this is the first time that they’ve acknowledged each other. He doesn’t know how he’ll behave when he’s face to face with Louis.
With that revelation and after ending his call with Louis, it starts to sink in that he’ll be in his presence in a matter of days. And not only that, he’ll risk his professional career by offering a client something he specifically asked against in hopes of…in hopes of what? Harry ponders. In hopes of Louis noticing Harry and falling in love with him after realizing that Louis loved avocados all along and Harry was the one to change his life and…
He lets out a sigh. Harry knows he’s fantasizing but there’s no hurt in dreaming. He just hopes he doesn’t mess up the food and that he makes Louis happy for just a moment. Alas, he’s a professional and the best at what he does, so he’ll have to leave his daydreaming behind and focus on work.
~
The day finally arrives and Harry is well focused on his task. So far, everything’s going splendidly—the produce arrived on time and all the staff is working on the hundreds of plates they have to get ready to complete all the courses. Harry is a ball of nerves as it always happens when he works for new people, but the anxiety is increased tenfold by the fact that he’s just mere minutes away from meeting Louis Tomlinson in person. As he’s checking the last touches for the dessert, Harry notices Oli standing close to the cooking area.
“Hi Oli, good to see you again!”
“Hi Harry. Everything smells fantastic! I just wanted to check out if you or your crew need anything, the staff is already finishing up.” He points with his thumb to where the set of the movie is located. Fortunately, the studio has a dining area where Harry and his team will serve everyone without the need to pull out folding tables had the service been in a location.
“Thanks but we’re all set, ready to seat everyone. How long do you think it would take for the first people to arrive though? Just to give my team a heads up.”
“Probably twenty minutes if the director doesn’t extend his speech,” Oli jokes. “Oh, but Louis wanted to show you around after everyone’s done with their food if you don’t mind.”
‘If he doesn’t mind?’ Of course he doesn’t, although Harry is still not mentally prepared to interact with Louis, let alone spend time with the actor on a one-on-one tour across the studio. If he weren’t in front of all of these people, he’d scream out of excitement and nervousness.
“Yeah, of course. I’d love to.”
“Great! I’ll let you continue your work. See you in a bit,” Oli says, quickly retreating to where the crew of the film is gathered.
A few minutes pass by when a cheering is heard, and what Harry can only assume is the slam of the final clapperboard. As expected, the dining hall is promptly getting filled with different people laughing and taking pictures, probably to share afterwards as a ‘last day of filming’ photo dump on Instagram.
The waiters start taking orders—just to make sure who’s taking the vegetarian dishes—and Harry stays back watching everything in case there's a need for him to intervene. He’s so immersed in his task that he doesn’t register when someone stands by his side, until the person clears their throat.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Chef Styles”.
Harry freezes. He recognizes that voice. He’s dreamed of hearing that voice pronouncing his name but there’s something special about that same voice pronouncing his professional title.
He turns to Louis and tries to quickly gather his appearance without seeming like a creep. “Same goes to you, Mr. Tomlinson,” he replies, hoping his voice is not portraying how fast his heart is beating. “I hope the service is of your liking. We tried to make it seem like it was a family gathering, with comforting but still sophisticated food.”
“Everything looks lovely but please, call me Louis. What was your inspiration for the menu, Chef Styles?” Louis asks, beaming.
Harry lets out a laugh, refocusing his gaze to the dining area. “I’ll call you Louis if you call me Harry, can we agree on that?” Once he gets a nod of confirmation, he continues. “When Oli mentioned you wanted to retribute to the people working for the movie, and that you wanted it to feel personal, it immediately made me think of the time I arrived in New York. I was a youngster, with no family in the city and only a promise of a job that I wasn’t sure I was talented enough to fulfill,” Harry tells, remembering the nerve-wracking feeling of accepting the sous chef position when he was so young and with not much expertise. “Uh, an old lady by the name of Vittoria welcomed me to her house. She was like a second mother to me, sharing with me not only her home but her culture as well. She came to the States with her parents when she was just a toddler but grew up surrounded by the Italian community. We used to have gatherings every weekend with all her family—and I mean all the family, children, grandchildren, neighbors…I learned a lot from her, from all of them. And I used that as an inspiration for today. You’ll see three courses of my version of some of the food I had the pleasure to share with Vittoria and her family. Just wait until you try the tiramisù…it’s to die for,” he ends with a sigh. When he looks back at Louis, he notices something on his face. Fondness, maybe?
They share a private smile before walking towards the table designated for Louis, where Oli and a few other cast members are already waiting for him. Harry excuses himself before returning to the kitchen area, where the servers keep coming back and forth with the starters.
Harry makes his rounds around the tables to make sure everything goes flawlessly, stopping by every now and then when someone calls him to compliment him on the food. He reminds everyone that he doesn’t work alone, and that he’s only the leader of the team responsible for all the delicious meals.
When it’s time for the main course to be served, he goes to Louis’ table just to see his reaction when he tries the dish. “Here we have an authentic porchetta di Ariccia, which is a pork roast generously seasoned with salt, pepper, rosemary, and garlic,” Harry explains. The vegetarian version of the dish was prepared with jackfruit and several vegetables but seasoned the same to keep in theme. He makes a mental note to ask the people who got those dishes how they liked it. “As a side, we have ravioli filled with a special mix of cheese in a white wine sauce. I hope you enjoy it!”
Harry jitters nervously, watching as Louis takes a portion of the porchetta first and hums in approval. That gesture alone makes Harry smile. Louis then turns to cut a bite of ravioli, laughing when the cheese filling gets out of the pasta. Harry braces himself. This is the most crucial moment of the day, if not of his whole career. He’ll make Louis eat avocado disguised within the cheese, and he prays it’s of his liking.
Louis devours his food happily, going to take the cup of wine to his left when there’s a halt in his movements. He starts coughing and goes then to grab his glass of water but even after gulping a good part of it, he continues coughing this time around scratching at his neck.
Harry looks around in panic when Oli and Jon, Louis’ bodyguard, run by the actor’s side and start asking for his EpiPen. The set’s emergency staff intervenes promptly and they pull Louis aside to administer him the allergy reaction treatment.
“What, what’s happening?” Harry asks Oli once the situation is controlled and Louis is taken to the emergency room.
The red-haired man looks at him with a frown. “What do you mean? He had an allergic reaction to your food!” Oli shouts, and this is the first time Harry watches him lose his cool. “What did you put in there?”
Harry tugs at the neck of his chef’s jacket. “There was, uh, there was a bit of avocado in the cheese of the ravioli”.
“What? Are you insane? He’s allergic to avocados! I specifically told you that.”
And okay, Harry knows he deserves the reprimand but he can recall quite precisely that Oli used the words ‘Louis doesn’t eat avocado’, he never said Louis was allergic. People don’t eat a lot of things for a lot of reasons.
“You didn’t specifically say shit! If I had known, he wouldn’t be suffering from this, oh God. I asked you for allergies and you only said he doesn’t eat them. How was I supposed to know his aversion to avocados came from allergies?” Harry starts pacing around, trying to calm his mind so he can think of a solution for all this mess. “I saw Louis’ GQ interview of the ten things he can’t live without, and he never mentions the goddamned EpiPen. And now I sent him to the fucking emergency room just because I wanted him to try avocado on my fucking terms. I can’t believe it.”
“Hey, Harry, hey.” Oli’s voice pulls him out of his rant. He looks for somewhere to sit and calm his breathing and his thoughts. This whole thing turned out more horrible than he expected it to be, and he can’t help but think that it was just because of egotistical reasons that he put Louis’ life in danger. “I’m sorry for calling you names, but please calm down.”
“But he’s at the hospital because of me!”
“That’s just a precaution, don’t worry. He’ll be safe and sound before you even realize it, don’t beat up yourself,” Oli says, putting an arm around Harry’s shoulders. Luckily it’s just the two of them as the rest of the cast and crew members went back to their food after reassuring them Louis was fine. “I just…I can’t believe your source is a GQ interview,” he ends with a laugh which makes Harry laugh himself and ease a bit of the tension in his body.
Harry stays on Oli’s side because that’s the easiest way to get updates on Louis’ health. The service ends successfully—there weren’t any other allergic reactions and everyone loved their tiramisù—and about thirty minutes later, they get a call from Jon letting them know Louis is already at his rental. Harry can finally breathe after hearing the news. He thanks Oli profusely for calming him down, and promises to keep in touch to know how Louis is.
He goes to check on his staff who already took care of cleaning everything, Romina and Javier doing a great job stepping up as the leaders of the team. He also thanks everyone and says his farewells before going for his stuff and leaving the studio.
Harry’s apartment is pitch black by the time he makes it home. During the drive he couldn’t stop thinking about Louis but he will try to clear his mind with a cold shower, and later he’ll prepare himself some dinner that has nothing to do with avocados. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to eat the fruit again.
~
His ringtone wakes him up the next morning, Britney Spears’ voice echoing in his room. With closed eyes, he answers his phone as he slowly takes a sitting position on his bed. “Hello?”
“Hi Chef Styles, how are you this morning?”
Harry blinks his eyes open at the familiar voice. “Louis?”
In full honesty, the last thing Harry expected was to receive a call from the actor. He was waiting to get enough courage to make the call himself to apologize personally so he’ll take the chance now that it has presented itself.
“Louis, I’m really sorry about yesterday. It was very stupid of me, not to mention extremely unprofessional to use something I knew you didn’t eat. Please let me take charge of the medical expenses, and accept a refund for the full service, it’s the least I can do.”
“Harry, there’s no need to do that, please. Oli already explained to me that there was a bit of miscommunication on his part so I understand,” Louis assures with a soft voice. “I can’t accept the refund because the service was given and as far as I know, everyone loved it. The only thing I’m upset about it’s that I missed the tiramisù, do you think I can try it on another opportunity?”
That makes Harry stop in his tracks. Is Louis seriously hinting on eating Harry’s food again? Even after everything? One would think Louis would stay away from Harry but he’s asking for another opportunity.
“You’re not mad at me?”
“Not really. Unless you wanted to intentionally harm me, then yes, I am a bit mad because emergency room visits aren’t that fun.”
Harry winces at Louis’ words. He knows the other man is only joking but it still makes him feel bad about the whole situation. “I promise you I only wanted to make a good impression but I messed up everything. I could explain everything but I guess there’s no point anyway,” Harry says defeated.
“You didn’t mess up anything,” Louis replies almost immediately. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. And I’ll gladly hear your version of the story, I really want to hear it. What do you say if you invite me for dinner? It’s only fair.”
“Louis, I would be honestly honored if you had dinner at my restaurant. Just let me know when and how many are in your party, and you can count on it.”
Harry feels so lucky Louis is the person he’s dealing with. He always thought the actor was too kind for his own good, and now that he’s on the receiving end of Louis' kindness he can confirm his suspicions. He promises to himself that he won’t mess up the second chance he’s been given.
The actor laughs. “No, love, I meant that you could invite me for dinner so you can tell me all about your big plan of impressing me.”
“You and me? As in a date?”
“Of course, Harry,” Louis replies. And then, he continues with a murmur. “I hope I’m not reading this the wrong way, that is. In that case, don’t worry about it and let’s leave everything behind us.”
“You’re totally not misreading this,” Harry quickly assures. “I’m just not so sure you’re aware you’re asking someone who put your life in danger on a date.”
Louis’ laughter can be heard on the other side and Harry’s heart flutters at the sound. He’s so screwed.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
~
Harry decides his date with Louis can’t take place in his restaurant because he wants to create a more intimate atmosphere, so he invites him over. It’s a week after the incident and Harry has felt better about everything that went down. Him and Louis have been exchanging texts now and then, and the actor has reassured Harry constantly that he’s in a better shape and there’s no need to worry about sequels.
His staff, especially Romina, asked Harry to update them on whatever he was planning on giving Louis for dinner. He’d be offended if it weren’t because everyone’s worries are justified.
Harry sets on an easy plan for the evening, though. Continuing with the homemade Italian theme from the catering, he’s prepared dough so Louis and him can make their own pizzas, and he’s brought up several toppings so Louis is the one choosing them—although from what Harry has learned from Louis the last couple of days, he’s more a traditional guy so Harry would be surprised if Louis picks more than two ingredients.
That’s a new thing, knowing each other. Harry thought that following someone’s career so closely would give a fan the full picture of a celebrity’s life, but he’s come to realize that it couldn’t be further from the truth. While there are people who are open and try to show who they really are, like Louis, there are still parts of their lives that they prefer to keep private. Louis has shown Harry parts that he didn’t think the other possessed, and he’s even more infatuated now that he doesn’t see Louis as an actor but as a person.
Louis is set to arrive at any minute, so Harry does a quick inspection around the first floor of his apartment to make sure everything’s clean and in order.
Harry is lighting one of his scented candles when there’s a knock on the main door. He rearranges his clothes—for the seventh time—and makes his way to receive Louis.
When Harry opens the door he is welcomed by a sight that he’s sure people see when they make it to heaven. Louis looks ethereal in his blue jeans and soft pink shirt under his plaid coat, his hair perfectly styled in a fringe and his eyes turning slits from how hard he’s grinning. Being on the receiving end of a Louis’ smile should be considered a blessing.
“Hi, am I too early?”
“Not at all,” Harry replies. He makes a gesture for Louis to come in. “Let me get your coat and please make yourself at home.”
Louis makes his way to the living room. “What a nice place you’ve got here, although I don’t know why I was expecting something…” He trails off.
“Nicer?” Harry supplies.
“Bigger.” Louis faces Harry again. “But I admit this is very you. Cozy. I like it.”
Harry then explains to Louis his plans for the date and the other man is immediately on board, asking Harry if they can listen to some music while they get to work. So they knead their dough to the rhythm of ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’ soundtrack, telling each other little facts about themselves that they haven’t shared through text yet.
They start serving the marinara sauce when Louis asks Harry about the whole avocado experiment. “I mean, it doesn’t matter now really, but I really want to hear your reasoning behind all of that.” And damn, the way he says it feels so reassuring, even if he ended up at the hospital, he doesn’t hold a grudge against Harry. Louis’ kindness doesn’t know limits.
“I’ll never stop being sorry about putting you in that situation, I promise you. Especially because it was because of egotistical reasons,” Harry confesses. He worries his lip before continuing with his explanation. “I’ve been a fan of you- of your work since pretty much the beginning, and I wanted to give you a good impression.” He silently offers Louis the cheese so he can add it to his pizza. “Oli mentioned you didn’t eat avocados and I figured it was a simple dislike, not an allergy! So in my mind, I thought that if I was the one who made you like avocados, you’d notice me and remember me because of that. But obviously it backfired.” He ends with a shrug and reaches for the container with the pepperoni to start fixing his pizza.
Louis lets out a giggle that he hides behind his left hand while the other hand continues to spread cheese on his pizza. “I’m not going to lie, Harry, that’s a shit plan. But now that we’re sharing our honest thoughts…you didn’t need to do anything. I had already noticed you.” Harry’s head snaps back to Louis, pepperoni long forgotten. “I uh, I’ve been following your Instagram account for ages and don’t get me wrong, your food looks fantastic, it is fantastic…but once I saw you I knew I was a goner.” He cleans his hands and approaches Harry.
Harry freezes. He surely isn’t hearing what he thinks he’s hearing. It can’t be.
“So yeah. I knew I wanted to treat my coworkers with something nice and seeing as we’re in New York, I thought I’d shoot my shot, you know?” Louis smiles at him with the same smile that makes Harry’s heart beat so fast it feels like it’s gonna jump out of his chest. “If anything, I was the one who wanted to leave a good impression. Having an allergic reaction in front of you wasn’t part of the plan,” Louis finishes with a laugh.
Harry joins him and it feels like a brim has broken between the both of them. After they confess to each other, they continue working on their pizzas with more ease. And it’s not like there was any sign of discomfort since Louis entered his home, on the contrary. But now they’re not afraid to invade each other’s space, and Harry has learned that Louis is a very handsy person and it’s driving Harry crazy.
When their pizzas are ready to get in the oven, they make their way to the living room each with a glass of red wine.
Louis gets himself comfortable on the couch and pats the spot next to him which Harry promptly claims as his. “So I know your story for when you got to the city with…Vittoria was it?”
Harry smiles. “Yeah, Vittoria.”
“But how did you go from that to opening your own restaurant, Chef Styles?”
And that’s the name again. Harry’s not gonna lie, being called that by Louis makes his cock twitch a bit. And judging by the smirk he’s sporting on his gorgeous face, he knows the effect his words have on Harry.
But Harry composes himself and tells Louis everything. He tells him everything that happened once he took the job at John’s place and how as the months went by, the idea of having his own restaurant kept growing and growing. Harry tells him he had to take a loan to even entertain the idea of starting a small business in the city, and how if it weren’t for his staff and the great team they are, he wouldn’t be where he is.
Louis is very attentive and doesn’t interrupt Harry unless it’s to laugh at some remark or to express his awe. He also shares his experience as a young actor—how he had to leave Oklahoma at the tender age of seventeen with a ticket to California and a bag full of dreams. Louis tells Harry the years he had to audition without any luck until someone saw something in him and ever since then, he’s been working nonstop.
“I’ve seen all your entire filmography, even that one episode from ‘Law & Order’ from years ago,” Harry confesses. “And I can see your growth as an artist, it’s really amazing to watch.”
The oven clock alerts them that the pizzas are ready and Harry goes to retrieve them. He brings both of them to the living room as well as the bottle of wine they had left behind in the kitchen.
“Thank you, Chef,” Louis says with a playful tone. “They smell delicious! I can’t believe I helped make one.”
“You didn’t help, you made it. Now, dig in because I have a surprise for dessert.”
They eat in comfortable silence, the only sounds heard are from the busy streets outside. Harry doesn’t know if it’s the company or the fact that he’s a hell of a chef, but this pizza is one of the best he’s eaten. When he looks at Louis munching on his food, he confirms that it’s mostly because of the company.
They continue drinking wine and enjoying their meals, when Harry feels like apologizing again. “I know we’ve been over this but I really am sorry for causing you that reaction and I’m glad that despite that you decided to give me another chance.”
Louis cleans the crumbs of crust from his lap and beams at Harry. “Apology accepted, and let this be the point where we don’t talk about it anymore. Like, maybe later on to our children so they know how we met each other but let’s drown all our bad memories in this bottle of wine, and once it’s empty, all our sorrows will vanish. How does that sound?”
Harry laughs. “Like I’ll ever say no to good wine.”
Louis clicks his tongue, taking another sip from his glass. “It is a good wine,” he says. “So what do you say?” Louis takes both of their glasses and places them on the coffee table. “Stop worrying about what went wrong.” He climbs on Harry’s lap and Harry feels like his mind is going to explode, what is happening? “Right now, all I need is you to leave all that guilt behind you, behind us,” Louis murmurs as he caresses Harry’s jaw. Harry hopes Louis can’t feel his embarrassingly fast pulse because holy shit, this is so unexpected but Harry wouldn’t change it for the world. “You don’t need it anymore. Okay, Chef?”
Harry’s answer dies on his lips as Louis kisses him. He recovers from the shock of having Louis on his lap and holds Louis’ waist fiercely. Louis lets out a moan and starts making circle figures with his hips which results in Harry pulling him closer and kissing him with more passion. Harry doesn’t know how they ended up here but he doesn’t feel like letting go, ever. Kissing Louis is exactly how he imagined, if not better. It gives Harry both a sense of certainty and doubt at the same time—certainty that this is where he belongs, with Louis, and doubt of how long it will last.
Harry lets go of Louis’ mouth and claims his neck, leaving a small trail of bruises that adorn the velvet skin of the smaller man. They continue an easy rhythm until Louis’ hands frenziedly find Harry’s throbbing length, rubbing it over the fabric of his pants in just the right way. “I wanna taste it,” Louis says with a raspy voice. “Please let me taste it.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Harry quickly undoes the zipper of his pants, he pulls down his boxers just enough to let his cock come out. Louis’ hand is on it in an instant.
“No way! There’s no fucking way you’re this big, Chef Styles!”
Harry can’t contain the obnoxious moan that gets out of his mouth.
“That gets you going, huh? Do you like knowing you’re the big boss?” He squeezes Harry’s cock. “Do you like imagining me being a subordinate under your orders?” He sends Harry a challenging look under his eyelashes.
Louis rushes and sinks down to his knees, petting Harry’s cock with his left cheek—resembling a kitten—and licking the underside of it, Harry’s hips bucking up at the contact. Louis pulls back, giggling at Harry’s state.
“Don’t tease me, baby. Weren’t you begging to taste it?” Harry asks in a gravelly voice.
Instead of answering, Louis swallows half of Harry’s cock in one movement, hollowing his cheeks with expertise. Harry swears under his breath, enjoying the feeling of Louis’ warm and tight mouth on his dick.
Louis continues his ministrations, clearly enjoying himself while venerating Harry’s cock. He’s glad Louis is done with filming because he surely will be suffering from his throat after this. Although it’d be hot to hear Louis’ fucked out voice on a movie, Harry thinks.
“You have a sinful mouth, kitten,” he compliments Louis. “It was made to be wrapped around my cock, don’t you think?”
Louis just makes a sound of affirmation and continues devouring Harry’s dick as if it was his last meal. Harry feels his orgasm approaching, the pressure of his cock against the tight heat of Louis’ mouth sending him to an unimaginable pleasure.
“Fuck my mouth,” Louis suddenly begs with urge. “Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I’ll tap your leg or something if it gets too much.” He sounds so desperate, and Harry loves it. Not thinking twice, he takes off his clothes completely so there aren’t any restrictions between him and Louis, whose hair looks immaculate even after all the activity, but that is about to change.
Harry takes Louis by the nape, delicately but surely holding the little hairs that grow there. He gives the first thrust and Louis gags at the intrusion. “Are you okay?”
Louis pulls back, a thread of saliva joining his pink mouth and Harry’s dick. “Don’t stop until you come in my mouth.” He slides down a hand into his own pants, moaning while getting himself off.
More confident that this is what Louis wants, and with renewed vigor, he slips his cock back into Louis’ mouth, admiring the way his pulsing length disappears inside Louis and reaches the back of his throat. His thrusts get more erratic as both of their sinful sounds envelop the whole living room. Louis’ fingers are clutching Harry’s thighs for life, leaving a burning feeling. When Harry feels ready to come, he slams into Louis a final time, flooding Louis’ pretty mouth with his hot come. A moment later, he sees Louis trembling while reaching his climax.
“Wow.”
“Was that good, Chef?” Louis asks with an amused grin. He takes a napkin from the coffee table to clean the corners of his mouth and the hand he used to finish.
“That was perfect,” Harry grunts. “C’mere.” He cups Louis’ face in his hands and joins their mouths in a fervent kiss. Louis goes pliant, openly kissing Harry back and letting him take dominance.
Harry is the first to break the kiss, reluctantly detaching himself from Louis and leaving some pecks before finally opening his eyes to contemplate Louis’ gorgeous face.
“If I had known I could impress you with my come, I would’ve fed you my load instead of that fucking avocado.”
They laugh and lay on the couch, Louis on top of Harry, the latter making circular figures with his pointer finger on the former’s back.
“Wait, what was the surprise you had for dessert?” Louis suddenly asks.
“Honestly?” He feels Louis’ head, which is resting on his chest, nod. “I have some tiramisù ready but it can wait until the morning. I’d rather eat you out instead. Are you up for round two, kitten?”
Louis gets up and kisses Harry. “As long as you’re not allergic to my ass, I’m game.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”