Chapter 12
“Harry” Louis whispers “Haz, Hazza, babe, baby, love, Harold, baby daddy”
“Wha’?” Harry asks sleepily, turning and looking down at Louis before looking over at the alarm clock on his bedside table “its 2 am what the bloody hell do you want?”
“I want cake” Louis says pouting and resting his head on Harry’s shoulder “can you go get me some?” he asks hopefully, fluttering his eyelashes.
“No Lou” Harry says rolling his eyes and sighing deeply “there aren’t any stores that are open”
“Then let’s bake!” Louis announces happily, hopping out of bed and pulling on some boxers that may or may not be Harry’s.
“Louis” Harry whines but he drags himself out of bed, yawning quietly as he puts on some of his boxers.
“Red velvet or chocolate?” Louis asks Harry once he arrives in the kitchen where Louis is rifling through Harry’s recipe books, the oven already pre heating.
“Red velvet” Harry hums, it is one of his favorites. Louis nods and hums to himself quietly as he moves around the kitchen to collect the ingredients, letting Harry weigh them out even though he’s tired and most of the measurements are off.
“Look alive Harold” Louis says snapping his fingers in front of Harry’s face as he reads the recipe and combines the ingredients. Harry nods and yawns softly, wrapping his arms around Louis’ waist and resting his head on his shoulder; licking off the spatula when Louis offers it to him. Once the cakes are in the oven Louis turns around with a handful of flour and throws it at Harry’s face, giggling loudly at the undignified squawk that Harry lets out afterwards.
“That was mean Lou” Harry whines pushing stray curls from his face and picking up and egg from the box which he cracks over the still giggling, unsuspecting Louis’ head.
“Harry!” Louis screeches slapping his chest gently and grabbing another egg which he splats against Harry’s chest “that was rude” Louis says shaking his head and pushing his hair off his forehead.
“This means war Tomlinson” Harry says narrowing his eyes and running to hide behind the other side of the kitchen island with the box of eggs as Louis crouches down and begins to throw flour at him. When the oven timer goes off they’re both covered in eggs and flour, slightly out of breath from chasing each other around the kitchen but they’re both laughing happily and call a truce by sharing a rather disgusting kiss.
“I’ll take the cakes out to cool if you start a shower” Harry hums putting on some oven mitts and slapping Louis’ bum as he scampers out of the kitchen and upstairs. Louis starts the shower and is soon joined by Harry who yawns quietly before letting Louis wash him off.
“Will the cake be cool enough to frost when we’re out of the shower?” Louis asks looking up at Harry as he rubs his chest down, pouting when Harry shakes his head no.
“You’ll have to wait until morning which isn’t too long now” Harry chuckles shaking his head “Making cake at 2 in the morning” he mutters chuckling again.
“Hey, you still love me though” Louis smiles poking Harry’s side.
“Course I love you, you’re my sweet little cupcake” Harry smiles making Louis blush.
“Only if you’re my big, gross muffin” Louis says giggling and biting his lip as Harry looks scorned.
“I’m offended that you think like that, although I do have egg in my hair so I can’t really blame you” Harry chuckles, bending down to kiss Louis who hums happily.
“Love you cupcake” Harry says as he pulls away.
“Love you too muffin” Louis smiles.