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"Oh, it's you," was Harry's oh-so-kind greeting when his eyes recognized Louis' face after he opened the door. Well, it was kind of Louis' fault for coming over on Sunday morning without any announcement beforehand.

But Louis didn't regret it.

Hazza looked so amazing, fresh and all even though he had bed hair. He wasn't using a shirt on and he just looked extremely perfect with no buts.

I wanna marry him, Louis thought. Oh, and run my lips along that perfectly toned chest, suck that wonderful and big co-

"Louiiiiiis," Harry called for the fifth time,  yawning. "Why are you here at six in the morning?"

Louis choked on thin air, shaking away his dirty thoughts and crimson covered his cheeks. After coughing for a minute or so, he finally answered with a bit of a stutter, "R-right, uh, I left my phone in your bedroom."

Harry blinked lazily. "Well, come in then," he said, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way so Lou Lou could get in.

"Oh, hi, Louis," Anne greeted from the kitchen as she cut off the carrot. She was cooking breakfast like normal mums do. Louis returned her greeting.

Harry touched his shoulder and said, "You just wait down here, sit down or whatever. I'm gonna grab your phone."

So, just as da- Harry said, Louis sat down on one of the couches and patiently waited.

"Is this it?" L heard the unmistakable deep sound of Harry as he walked down the stairs. Even his steps sounded deep as hell.

He stood up to welcome Harry in his heart.

...

Yeah, right, he snickered inside his mind.

"Louuuuuu," Harry called, waving a hand in front of Louis' face and he blinked to life.

Hedgehog-man caught Frog-man's hand--trying to ignore the way butterflies flutter inside his stomach--and took his phone.

After that, Louiee sat on the couch and his soon-to-be-husband sat next to him.

"Sooo... What do we do now?" he asked boredly. Well, not exactly. Louis was enjoying every moment of sitting next to Harry. Louis didn't know what caused his change of heart, but he was enjoying every second of it.

Harry replied, "Well... You can go home."

Louis shot him a very good -_- face and elbowed him in the rib. "You should stop trying to get rid of me. It's not gonna work, I thought you knew that."

Harry shrugged. "It was a suggestion," he stated, not even flinching from Louis' attack in his rib. He couldn't even feel it since Louis was so smol.

Louis sighed.

"Harryyyyyy!" Anne called, being horribly loud considering they were just a few metres away from him. Harry walked over casually, and Gods, he looked so sexy and perfect in Louis' eyes.

"Since you don't have anything to do, you can go grocery shopping," Anne decided, giving him a piece of paper--probably the list. "And Louis, you don't have anything to do, right? You can help Harry with the shopping."

Well, the mother just decided on what they were going to do for the morning.

More bonding time!! Louis cheered mentally, trying to hold back a grin as he stood up from the comfy couch.

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"Do you need help with that?" Harry asked, obviously holding back his laugh. Louis blushed crimson red, straightening himself and falling from his tip-toes.

They were at the shop and Harry had used his clothes, so unfortunately, Louis couldn't see more of the hot stuff yet.

Louis looked away from Harry, too shy to look at him in the eyes. Then, the guy actually failed to hold his laughter.

Shyly, he shot, "Just help me, you dork!"

Harry's laughter just got louder, and truly, he looked like an angel. My angel, Louis thought and his lips formed a gentle smile.

Louis' angel grabbed the jar of Nutella and put it in their trolley before they went to find the other stuff written on the list.

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"That wasn't so bad," Louis stated. His left hand was holding three plastic bags while the right one was holding his drink from Starbucks. Harry was doing the same except he was using his right hand to hold the plastic bags, and he was holding four of them.

Harry took a sip of his drink and it looked sexy.

Okay, seriously, something was up with Louis' hormones.

"Yeah, that wasn't bad at all. Loved seeing you struggle and all. You're so short," Harry said, smiling which caused Louis to feel... FEELINGS.

He gave Hazza his famous hedgehog glare. "Hmph. I'm 5'9."

Harry laughed at that as they walked out of Starbucks and started heading towards his house. "Yeah, right. More like 4'11."

"Oi, shut up, Harold!"

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"You boys are very helpful! Thank you so much, Lou. Harry always complains about doing this shopping, but after he went shopping with you, he didn't say a single comment."

After Anne said that, Louis noticed the slight change on Harry's cheek... It got a little redder. He noted it as an accomplishment.

They helped Anne organizing the stuff into their places before Louis got a call from his mother that he needed to go home.

"Well, Harry, go escort him home," Anne ordered casually.

What is this woman and Harry escorting me home? Not that I'm complaining, but I think she should start saying 'house' instead, because Harry is my home, Louis mentally ranted.

Harry sighed before wrapping his arm around Lou's shoulders and starting to walk.

"You keep zoning out on me. Am I that disinteresting?" he asked.

"I didn't know that was a word, but no," he replied with a shake of his head, no. "My mind's just elsewhere these days."

My mind keeps coming back to you.

Harry shrugged. "I guess that's kinda not my problem. Now let's get you home."

"I'm already home," Louis muttered under his breath as Harry opened the door for him like a pure frog-prince.

"What was that?"

Shaking his head no, Louis lied, "Nothing."

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