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first, he runs the coffee pot <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> makes them a bowl of cereal (he hasn’t quite perfected the art of<br />
cooking, but eh.) After eating, they’ll separate to their rooms <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> get ready for the day, Harry’s<br />
usually c<strong>on</strong>sisting of going out for whatever reas<strong>on</strong>, while Louis tries to work up inspirati<strong>on</strong> for an<br />
art piece, or a walk in the park.<br />
In the evening, Louis will cook dinner while Harry sits at the counter <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> watches. He usually<br />
cocks his head to the right <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> mentally takes notes of Louis’ ingredients <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> preparati<strong>on</strong>. Then,<br />
he’ll get lost in a c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> completely forget, then complain about it later when he realizes<br />
he’s lost track.<br />
And Louis will say “I can just write down the recipes,” <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry will reply, “It’s more fun to<br />
watch you.”<br />
Then Louis will pick out a movie or televisi<strong>on</strong> show from Netflix while Harry goes to Louis’<br />
closet to find a sweater of his choosing, flopping down <strong>on</strong> the left side of the couch <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> tucking<br />
his toes into the cracks of the cushi<strong>on</strong>s.<br />
Right now, it’s seven in the evening <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> they have their bellies full of lasagna <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> they’re<br />
watching HGTV, as per Harry’s request.<br />
“Have you ever thought about it?” Harry asks, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis blinks, snapping his focus back into<br />
place <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> locking his jaw at the pink blush spreading over Harry cheeks. He catches Louis staring<br />
at him all the time, he should be quite used to it by now.<br />
“Thought about what?”<br />
“Reupholstering the chairs, like with a kinda funky pattern to spice the place up.”<br />
“Harry,” Louis rolls his eyes, “the flat is decorated in bright tangerine, I’d say it’s pretty spiced<br />
up.”<br />
Harry pokes his lower lip out, tugging down the sleeves <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> covering his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s. It’s ‘sweaterpaw’<br />
eternally for Louis now, with Harry’s l<strong>on</strong>g ass arms, but he doesn’t mind <strong>on</strong>e bit. His h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s<br />
get <str<strong>on</strong>g>cold</str<strong>on</strong>g> often, anyway. “We should do an ocean blue next.”<br />
“Because blue is calming, does it relax you?”<br />
“No,” Harry shrugs, looking down at the comforter covering his body, “It’s your eye color <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> I<br />
think it’s pretty, is all.”<br />
“You’re <strong>on</strong>ly saying that because I made you lasagna t<strong>on</strong>ight, you suck-up.” Louis jokes,<br />
laughing to lighten the mood. His insides are melting <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> gooey but that’s beside the point.<br />
“Not true,” Harry argues, “I always tell you how pretty your eyes are.”<br />
“You’re just precious,” Louis leans over, pressing his index against the top of Harry’s nose,<br />
“cutie.”<br />
Harry smacks his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> away too late, Louis’ already shuffling into the kitchen. He’s getting a<br />
glass of water, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> deciding whether or not to get out the vanilla ice-cream or wait another hour.<br />
While c<strong>on</strong>templating, he hears the floor boards creak, signaling Harry's approach into the small<br />
kitchen.<br />
“You’re going to miss the home reveal.” He says, stepping up to st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> directly in fr<strong>on</strong>t of Louis,<br />
Louis’ h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s immediately raising to rest <strong>on</strong> Harry’s hips. Everything seems to be real <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> in<br />
c<strong>on</strong>trol, it’s like sec<strong>on</strong>d nature. They’ve not g<strong>on</strong>e past kissing, but the lingering touches <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>hold</strong>s