Three days later Louis was still at Harry's house while Liam went back home.

He decided to stay just six hours after Harry had ask, of course he was always gonna stay but he couldn't seem too eager.

It was now Wednesday morning as Louis decided to make breakfast, Harry's personal chef asked if he wanted help but he refused saying, "I'll d-do it all by-by m-myself." so chef Zayn shrugs him off and starts prepping for dinner.

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45 minutes later Louis' surprising Harry with breakfast in bed.

"Harreh!" he whisper yellsls, Harry groans and peeks at him, "Babes, let me sleep a bit longer."

"But H, it's 9:30 am al-already and I made y-you b-breakfast." Louis pouts holding the tray of breakfast closer so Harry could see that he's telling the truth. Harry sits up, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands.

"I'm up, babes."

"Yay!" He sets the tray across his boyfriends legs before joining him, "I made p-pancakes and fruit b-because I-I know how much y-you like both."

Harry smiles, "Thank you, baby." he looks at the pancakes and chuckles, "Lou... what are these?"

"Pancakes!" Louis said happily, "A-are you gonna eat th-them? They're g-getting cold."

"Oh of course, Lou. Now I know they have professional chefs at your hotel."

"W-well yeah, silly. I-I can't be messy c-cooking a-and bring things to-to everyone." He giggles before pouting, he noticed Harry still hasn't touched his food.

"Harreh!"

"Huh?"

"You're not e-eating." He pouts bigger, "No no, baby don't pout. Look, I'm eating."

He takes a big bite with some fruit as well but a salty taste coats his mouth. Harry wants to gag but fights through it as he sees his beautiful boy smiling wider than ever.

"Yummy?"

"Mhm.." he nods forcing himself to swallow after drinking a big gulp of OJ.