Chapter Twelve

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CHAPTER TWELVE

It's Wednesday, barely two days after Harry and Louis' date. Harry's classes don't start until later in the afternoon, so, as he rolls out of bed at 7am, (he had forgotten to turn his alarm off) he decides that maybe he should pop by Louis' place later. The thought alone already manages to dissolve his irritability at being unjustly awoken so early in the morning.

They're definitely not a needy, clingy couple, but it's barely been a week since they had properly, well, got together, he supposes, and Harry convinces himself that it's normal and acceptable for him to want to see Louis a bit more than necessary.

He pads into the kitchen, bare feet against the cold kitchen tiles, and opens the fridge to find it almost completely empty - just when he's actually hungry for some breakfast. He's sees milk, but he’s sure it's expired, so he tosses it in the trash, and for a moment, he contemplates just going back to bed, since he can't have breakfast anyway. And besides, going to get food would mean changing into something that is actually presentable enough to go out in, which he doesn't really feel like.

Harry casts a cursory glance around the kitchen, almost as if food will magically appear, but there's nothing, and okay, fine, he should go grocery shopping and cook up a nice big meal for breakfast and lunch and maybe take some to Louis too and --

And it hits him like a stroke of genius (even though it's not really), that he should cook for Louis at Louis' house!

Suddenly it's like some unknown force is driving him back to his room to get changed, and he can't help but smile and give himself a mental pat on the back for coming up with such an idea. Harry's almost sure Louis will love his cooking. He's been told he's not that bad - quite good, actually - at cooking.

The store is still relatively empty when Harry gets there, a glaring indication of the time, reminding that he shouldn't even be up this early. But Louis makes it worth it, Harry thinks, he wants to do things for Louis, after all the effort he put into their date and all. He's out of the store in less than twenty minutes, plastic bags full in his hands, and then he heads home to cook himself breakfast and pore over his textbooks for a while.

Between munching on his toast and reading about market monopoly and whatnot, Harry tries to resist the urge to pick up his phone and text Louis, or better yet, call him. Louis' probably still asleep, and Harry doesn't want to wake him up, but he'd much rather be talking to him than reading his books. His books don't even talk (obviously), even though he's already called them 'stupid' so many times over the course of the year. So he sighs and makes himself read through another chapter before finally dropping Louis a text.

I'm coming over later :) x

He leaves it at that, doesn't say anything else. He knows Louis will ask what he's coming over for anyway, being the ball of curiosity that he is. But he wants to surprise Louis, and that's not a lot to ask for, is it?

~*~

Louis replies just as Harry’s turned into the street leading up to his house.

:) :) okay! are you going to tell me why??

Harry bites back a grin at his text and types back, as quickly as he can without tripping over his own feet and not watching where he’s going.

Overuse of smiley faces! do I have to have a reason? wait and see ;)

When he gets to Louis’ house, he finds the gate already open, and the door ajar, so he steps in tentatively. It feels weird (but a good weird) to be able to walk into his house just like that, almost as if it was his, but it isn’t – just because he’s with Louis doesn’t mean it’s anything serious, he reminds himself, but he knows a part of him wishes it was.

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