They made dinner together, mostly Harry because Louis claimed that if he did something, he'd chop a finger off, even if it was as simple as putting the dish in the oven.
Harry just chuckled fondly and led Louis, who still had yet to put clothes on, to the living room to sit down while said meal cooked.
It was an enchilada bake.
"This better be good," Louis said, cuddling into Harry.
"I've been told I'm a great chef."
"I'll be the judge of that."
"Okay."
*****
The meal was done and when Louis first took a bite, he moaned and the flavour.
"This is so good Harry," Louis announced.
"I told you I was a good chef."
"Actually you said great chef," Louis corrected. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Bruh."
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I plan to make this looooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggggg. Like maybe 200 parts. Idk. Sorry Nicole, you wanted me to finish already.
I didn't see the guys again yet. Makes me sad.
xx-Mystery-xx