Cooking Dinner || Larry
Watching Harry grow uncomfortable at the thought of the word he despised made Louis feel accomplished, as horrible as that sounded. “As long as you don’t bring up those horrid shoes again, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” He assured Harry with a wink, pretending to zip his lips as he pressed his forefinger against his thumb, running it over his lips. Louis took acouple steps back, giving Harry enough room to stand himself up, when he did, Louis led him back into the kitchen. Much to his surprise, everything was already laid out and ready to cook. Raising his brows in amusement, he let his hand fall free from the other boy’s grasp, stepping towards the stove as he eyed the bag of ravioli. Pursing his lips in thought of Harry’s question, he picked up the frost-covered bag. “Well, tomato sauce would be amazing. And more cheese. Mozzarella or parmesan.” He licked his lips, bouncing the bag between his hands a bit, growing antsy as hunger took it’s toll. His eyes cast down to the sealed bag before tilting his head back up to send a nod Harry’s way. “Yeah, sure.. I just need.. uh..” He let his voice trail off as he violated the closest utensil-drawer in search of a sharp enough knife. Placing the bag on the countertop, he sliced the top off with ease. He let the bag stand rightside up as he flipped himself over to face Harry, watching him transfer the pot of water from sink to stove. “I think so, I mean.. I’ve only cooked these things like, once. But, you have to wait for the water to boil before anything.” He pointed a finger in the air, wagging it a bit. “Then you put these little guys in there.” Louis reached a hand backwards, into the open bag of frozen raviolis, pulling one out to wave in Harry’s face.
Harry watched closely as Louis went about showing him how he thought everything should go. Grabbing the cheese from the fridge, Harry carefully set the contents down and looked back to make sure Louis had his share under control. Smiling as Louis continued to explain, Harry grabbed the lads wrist to stop him from waving the ravioli in his face, pulling his arm down so that it rested at his side once again. Moving his face closer to Louis’, Harry smirked. “You know, it’s considered impolite to most to wave things in others faces like that. I guess I can let it slide this once though.” He broke out into a fit of laughs, giving the boy a small tap on the nose as he turned to the water which was slowly starting to form the slightest of bubbles. “It’s gonna be a bit before this boils, anything else we should prepare while we’re waiting? I’m sure you’ll want more than just ravioli, yeah?” Harry tapped a finger against his lips as he skimmed the area around them, finding the closet where all the food not required to stay in the fridge were. Walking over, he scanned their choices. “You really need to restock on food, Lou. You’d be a terrible host right now if any guests were to make a surprise visit!” Finding a box of crackers, Harry grabbed them and closed the door, walking back to the boy as he opened the box. “Maybe not Italian, but one of the few appealing things you’ve got.” Reaching an arm out, he offered the other some crackers. “They’re not half bad, have some while we wait?”
Cooking Dinner || Larry
Sighing, Louis reached an arm off to his side, blindly searching for a pillow to cover his face with, boredom staking it’s claim for the umpteenth time today. He kept his eyes closed, the cool side of the pillow pressed flush against his face. Once his breath warmed up the trapped space infront of him, he yanked the pillow off his face, tossing it to the side with a grunt, not exactly bothered to check if it hit the sleeping cat in the corner of the bedroom. Louis rested his hands on his chest, eyes cast upwards at the ceiling, searching for an answer as he had absolutely nothing to do. The loud clicking of the ticking clock chimed a new hour, catching his attention as his body whipped itself upwards to check how late it’s gotten. He slapped himself on the forehead and scooted lazily to the edge of the bed, knowing Harry had probably started the dinner without him. Before Louis was able to pick himself off the edge of the mattress, a familiar, curly-haired boy decided to make his appearance. A smile immediately melted onto the older boy’s lips, his eyes following Harry as he made his way beside Louis. “Hey, I was just about to come get you actually.” He greeted the other with a small laugh, resting his head on Harry’s curls. Once the younger boy’ voice chimed in through his ears, Louis gave him a light slap on the shoulder his own arm was wrapped around. “If there are crocs in the kitchen, I swear..” He leaned his head back a bit, voice trailing as he turned to shoot him a playful glare. “..I’ll find a way to use the ‘m’word.” Raising his brows to end his sentence, he pulled himself away from the other, replacing his body to stand in front of him now. “Let’s get to cookin’, I’m starved!” He reached downwards, finding Harry’s hands as he took them in his own, running his thumbs along the palms with a grin on his lips.
Harry rubbed his lips together as he felt Louis’ head above his own. It felt like it’d really been a while since the two had done something productive together, not that getting drunk was anything to call productive but it was the last time they’d actually done something worth talking about. He’d moved in with Louis, which Harry himself couldn’tve been happy about since it meant waking up to the boy every morning and well, who wouldn’t love that? Feeling the sudden bumps threaten to surface on his arms and back, Harry shuddered at the thought. Quietly turning, he shook his head facing the lad. “No, sh stop. You’re not allowed to use that word, I’m sorry honest I meant pots.” Before he could speak again, Louis grabbed his hand and Harry stood to walk to the kitchen. Giving the others hand a gentle squeeze, he led him to the other room. “Alright, I’ve laid out the pots and the bag of raviolis I found in the freezer, is there anything else we really need?” Harry felt his cheeks grow warm. He was supposed to be the one preparing the dinner, and really as much as Louis had offered to help it was what he wanted to do to accommodate the other for all he’d done for him the past week. Yet here he was, asking Louis if there was anything else that they needed. Dropping the boys hand, he picked up the pan, bringing it to the sink to fill with water. “Think you could open that bag up for me?” Nudging his head to the side where the raviolis were, Harry sighed. “I don’t want to burn these, so for tonight I’m actually going to need your help.” He reached over shutting the sink off and transferring the water slowly to the stove, turning it on high so that he could get it up to a boil before they did anything. “I am doing this right, yes?” Harry shook his head, giving a small chuckle as he watched the fire start under the pot.
Cooking Dinner || Larry
Lazily pushing himself off the edge of the couch, Harry shut the television off and made his way into the kitchen. He’d told Louis that he was going to cook dinner for them, and despite the boys offer to cook with him Harry wanted to get everything ready before they started messing around. Opening the freezer, he licked his lips hungrily as his eyes roamed over all their options. Finally spotting the frozen bag of raviolis, he grabbed it out and let it sit on the counter. Finding the pots and pans they needed next, Harry cringed at the loud sonds that came from the small area where all the pots were. Getting the best sized pot for the raviolis he could, he set it aside with the bag and slipped out of the kitchen, not turning on anything that shouldn’t be left unattended before he left. Walking down the hall to the room he now shared with Louis, a sly smile appeared on the lads face as he pressed his ear against the door, making sure the boy was still inside. Slipping quietly into the room, he crawled onto the bed where Louis sat, parting Louis’ arms and wrapping his own underneath the other. Harry bit his lip as he rested his chin in the crook of Louis’ neck, smiling. “I’ve got some crocs for you. Erm, I meant pots. I’ve got some pots for you. They’re all ready in the kitchen.
Pool || Jennifer & Harry
Grabbing a water bottle and some sunblock, Harry had already prepped for the day at the pool before he even talked to Jennifer. He slowly twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long sip, refreshing himself before the ride to get Jennifer. After all the drama that happened the night before, he was excited to be hanging out with the girl, who rarely was the cause of anything bad that seemed to go around. Leaving his flat, Harry made his way out to his car and began on his way to pick up the girl. Rolling the window down slightly, he let the light breeze hit the side of his face as he drove to get the girl. He was really beginning to love the area, and not only that but he was actually getting used to driving around although it was completely opposite to what he was used to, even though he hadn’t really had much time in England to practice too much of his driving besides the usual. Arriving at Jenn’s place, he slipped out of his seat belt and began the walk up to get her. Giving a rather loud knock on the door, Harry ran his fingers through his mess of curls as he waited for the girl.
two man party / harry & louis
two man party / harry & louis
Movies || Harry & Lucy
Lucy slipped on a pair of dark washed shorts, a crop top, and a pair of gold steve madden sandals. She walked into her bathroom, took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and let her brunette hair fall to her shoulders and put on some makeup. Once she finished she double checked her whole outfit before walking down her stairs and grabbing her bag. She slipped on her ray bans and waited for Harry.
She finally heard a knock on the door. She walked towards the door and swung it open. She saw the curly haired boy in her doorway and smiled “Hey!” She smirked. She gave Harry a quick hug and walked out of her house, she shut the door behind her and smiled at Harry “ready?” She asked him before walking down the stairs to the driveway.
Harry smiled as the girl made her way out of the house, walking her back down to the car. He wasn’t really sure what film they’d be seeing yet, but he had made the decision to let Lucy choose. “Yeah, do you have any idea what you wanted to watch?” Rubbing the back of his neck with his palm, he slumped back into the car, beginning to back out of the driveway. Resting one hand on the passengers seat headrest, Harry stopped once he’d gotten out into the street and turned to Lucy. “Better make a decision now because we don’t want to get there and find out nothing we like is playing. Maybe you could use this app on my phone or something?” Pulling out his phone, he handed it to the girl and waited for her to figure out how to use it so she could hopefully pick a decent one for them to watch. Not that he minded seeing a chick flick if it really made her happy, but he’d rather see something they could both enjoy.
Cher was anxious the whole day to go shopping with Harry. After receiving Niall’s text, she was feeling lonley the rest of the day. The girl needed this distraction. Hearing his car pull up, Cher rushed to get her things an throw them in her bag. She laughed at Harry’s comment. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” she laughed, opening the door and closing it quickly behind her. She hopped in the passengers seat. “okay, you get to pick the first shoppe since I made you take me shopping,” she said, trying her best to be happy.
Harry knew that Cher had been having a hard time with Niall leaving and all, so spending time with her was more of his way to get her mind off things and make sure she wasn’t too upset. Laughing as he heard the muffled response through the door, Harry stepped back a few steps as the girl came out. Leading her out to the car, he smiled. “I’m glad we’re doing this, but you should know we’re going to have to stop at some point for food. I haven’t had anything to eat yet.” Sliding back into the car, he waited till she was in to start backing out. “I really have no idea where to choose?” He laughed nervously, focusing on his rearview mirrors.
Shopping || Harry & Cher
After a long day of nothing but sleeping, Harry decided it was time he get out of the house and do something productive. Getting in his car and heading out to Cher’s, he remembered the girl had asked if he would go shopping with her earlier, which right now, was the perfect distraction to an incredibly boring day. As he drove to get the girl, he rolled down the windows of his small car so that the cool breeze could seep in through the windows and slowly brush over his face. His hair of course, was a bit of a problem if the wind got to be too much, so he tended to only crack the windows slightly. Arriving at Cher’s place, he parked the car and made his way up to her door, knocking loudly so that she could hear in case she wasn’t nearby. “Cher love, I don’t mean to be a bother but we’ve got to run if we don’t want all the shops to close.” He tapped his foot gently against the concrete steps, waiting for the girl to appear.
