Seniors

December 31, 2019; Louis

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I'm in Harry Styles' house fifteen minutes before three, which is fifteen minutes before I told him I'd be there. 

Hopefully he doesn't mind, because I definitely don't mind spending extra time with him.

Harry decides that while is mum is out shopping for the party, we should make cookies.

"Haz, I'm not sure if you know me at all, but you should at least remember that I'm shit at baking," I tell him as he pulls out everything we need.

"Lou, it's literally following directions on a box, how difficult can it be?"

Apparently, Harry is unaware of his own baking talents, because ten minutes later the cookies are in the oven and I'm sitting at the counter having watched him the entire time.

"Will you at least help me clean up since you didn't do anything to help in the actual baking?" Harry asks me, smiling.

"Oh, come on, I was moral support," I comment sarcastically, walking into the kitchen to help.

Only a few seconds into cleaning I feel a substance being thrown at me, and I turn around just in time to get a face full of baking powder.

"Oh no you did not, Mr. Styles."

He giggles at the look on my face, but says seriously, "I believe I did, Mr. Tomlinson," and I decide that I'm telling him I love him today. Only after I beat him in this food fight.

When Harry's mum walks in, she sees me laying on the floor covered in powder and Harry standing over me, about to pour water on top of the mess that's already there.

"Harry Edward Styles, if you spill one drip off that water on that poor boy, you will not live to see another day," Anne tells her son, who backs up and puts his hands up in surrender. She walks into the dirty kitchen and helps me up, saying, "hi, Louis, it's great to see you. Glad you decided to join us for tonight."

"Did I hear Louis?!" A female voice screams through the house, one I recognize easily. I hear footsteps running from the front door to where I stand in the kitchen, and soon enough, I'm back on the floor with Gemma on top of me.

"Hello to you too, Gemma," I say through my laughter as I struggle to get up. "Lovely to see you too, Anne. Thanks for having me."

Harry's just standing in the doorway, somehow completely clean, watching the mess that just went down. "Well, this was fun, we'll be in my room, bye-"

"Hold it right there, sir," Anne calls, making Harry turn in his tracks and walk back into the kitchen. "Clean this place up. And when you're done, set up the basement. Louis, you can shower in Harry's bathroom if you'd like."

I nod, smiling nicely at her and smugly at Harry as I walk upstairs and into his bathroom.

When I'm done cleaning the powder and other random substances off of me, the scent of freshly baked cookies and clean kitchen wafts into the bathroom. I steal one of Harry's sweatshirts and put back on my sort of clean jeans before walking downstairs.

"Is that my shirt?" Harry asks, sitting on the counter of his newly cleaned kitchen.

I nod. "D'you mind? Someone got mine all dirty..."

"I don't mind, nope," he replies, smiling.

"Well then, good. Let's go downstairs so I can watch you set up for this party!" I say excitedly, pulling Harry down to the basement.

It doesn't take long for it to be set to the way Harry's mum wants it, but by the time it's done people are already arriving. It's a good few hours conversing with Harry's family and eating amazing Anne Styles food before everyone heads down to watch the countdown.

I have to do this before the new year or else I'm never getting anywhere with this boy.

Harry's standing next to me, looking flawless as always and holding one of the cookies we (okay, he) made. I'm perched on the side of a couch, he's smiling at who knows what, and all of a sudden it's ten seconds.

At five, I reach over, grab his shoulder, pull his ear towards me, and whisper, "I'm in love with you."

And at zero, he grabs my chin and attaches his lips to mine.