ITS MY BIRTHDAY WHAAATTT. (I'm now 17 which means basically nothing has changed apart from the fact I can now drive) but anyway, carry on..:

A glare from the morning sun shone brightly through the gap in the closed curtains. Louis stirred, his head moving side to side as he made effort to stay asleep for as long as he could. However, his mind was disobeying him as his eyes opened and in a matter of seconds, he was fully awake. Taking a deep breath though his nose, Louis stared at the ceiling, recalling the events of the night before.

He smiled. His stomach fluttering as he realised Harry must have taken him to bed. Louis pulled the duvet back, reviewing his changed clothes. He couldn't help his cheeks turning a pink shade as he looked down at Harry's t-shirt. A noise erupting from his stomach gave him the reassurance that it was time to leave the comfort of the large bed.

Letting his feet hit the carpeted floor, Louis stretched out his legs. Reaching up towards the ceiling, he stretched his arms. He looked side to side, not really knowing what he should do. For starters, he didn't even know if Harry was up and awake and he didn't want to wake him up if he wasn't.

So he chose to open the bed room door slowly, aware of the fact that Harry's room was only down the hall. He quietly made his way to the first floor, where he crashed into a body. "Oh!" He squeaked. Stepping back to reveal a man who had yet to be introduced to.

The middle-aged Man let out a chuckle. "You must be Harry's guest. Louis, right?" Louis nodded sheepishly, his hands playing with the fabric of Harry's cotton t-shirt which landed just before his shorts stopped. "Good morning. Harry not awake?"

Louis then realised that if the man had not seen him and neither had Louis, Harry must still be in bed. "I don't think so." His voice was quite, shy. Just as the man was about to speak again, Harry's mother, Anne walked out into the hallway.

"Ah, Louis. Good morning. I see you've met Des, my husband." Her smile was warm and Louis suddenly felt less awkward in front of the man.

"Morning." He smiled back.

"Harry's still not up, I take it?" She looked towards her husband, who answered with a shake of his head. "Okay." She turned back to Louis. "Well, we are about to head out to work. You can help yourself to anything you want or need. Don't be afraid to take anything." She walked towards a small table which was pressed against the wall. "I'll leave you with my number, just incase something happens. Although, Harry really should be up soon."

She scribbled something down on a piece of paper before walking back to the two males.

"Here you go." She handed the paper to Louis who thanked her. "Oh, and there are spare towels and cleaning stuff in the cupboard next to the bathroom on the third floor, so the one above yours. Again, don't be afraid to use it."

"Thank you." Louis smiled, folding the piece of paper.

"No problem." She turned to Des. "We better get going."

"You're right." He turned to the younger boy. "T'was nice meeting you Louis. I hope to see you again soon. Maybe for dinner of something." Louis' eyes widened but he tried to play it off smoothly with a short nod of the head.

"Sure."

"Okay." Anne smiled. "We'll see you soon, then." And then Louis was left alone.

"Right." He sighed to himself. Before he did anything, he was really in need of brushing his teeth. So, he made his way up the first flight of stairs, trying his best not to make any noise seeing as Harry was still sleeping on his floor. He then made his way up the second flight on his journey.

When he reached the new and unknown floor, Louis was faced with three rooms. One a bath room, one a cupboard and one, a mystery. The first door was, thankfully the bathroom so he was sure of which door was the cupboard. He didn't want to walk into the wrong room and maybe see something he shouldn't.

Going through the spare things, Louis found a new toothbrush, some tooth paste and a clean flannel which he used to wash his face. After he swilled out his mouth with water, he let out a long breath and looked at himself in the mirror above the sink.

He stared for a few seconds, contemplating what to do now that he was left alone. That was when a thought popped into his head. His eyes lit up and a smile spread. "I can do this." He giggled.

Louis rushed his way down the three flights of stairs until he was left on the ground floor. He stood at the bottom of the stairs for a second, just listening, making sure that there was no other noise in the house that could signal any other being. When there was nothing, Louis made his way to the kitchen.

He walked to a kitchen counter, placing his hands flat on it before he said, "pancakes. They can't be that hard."

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Harry's eyes fluttered open and he pulled the duvet closer to his body. Not wanting to move from his bed. However, as soon as he remembered who he had over the night before, he was quick to ditch the idea of sleeping in even longer.

He swung his legs over the side of his bed, letting out a loud yawn before shaking his head in attempt to wake himself up that little bit more. When he finally found the strength to stand, he walked out of his bedroom and down to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth before splashing water onto his face. Scrunching his eyes shut to avoid water entering them. He leant sideways, picking up a towel and dabbing his face dry.

Before he left, he made sure to make sure his hair didn't look too bad and then exited the bathroom. He walked (as quick as he could without the risk of falling) to the end of the floor. However, when he opened the door to his sisters old room, he was not expecting it to be empty. For a second, his smile faulted. That was until he heard a small shout.

The noise wasn't too loud so Harry guessed that it was coming from the ground floor.

"C'mon." He heard and smiled. "This is not fair." He chuckled, holding onto the barrier as he made his way down to the bottom floor.

He was careful not to make any noise, wanting to see what the boy was up too without him interrupting. He poked his head into the living room and when there was no sign of Louis, he then began his way towards the kitchen.

As he got closer to the room, the smell of burning food was defiantly present. Harry winced at the sound of a crash coming from the occupied room but tried his best to keep in his laugh as he heard a shout follow.

He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest a smirk playing on his lips. Louis was standing on his tip-toes, trying his best to reach into one of the top cupboards. Harry chuckled lowly as he saw that a frying pan had been left on a hob, cooking what looks to have been a pancake.

As he eyes trailed back to Louis, his eyes caught onto his own t-shirt. He watched as it rode up Louis' body slightly when the boy reached up higher, letting just a little bit of tan skin show. He couldn't help himself as he looked down further, to the shorts that hugged Louis in all the right places.

When he realised what he had done, Harry let out a cough; totally forgetting that Louis was unaware of his absence.

"Holy-!" Louis shouted as he spun around, no longer standing on his tip-toes, but his whole foot. Harry tried his best to hold in his laugh, he really did. But when Louis' eyes went even wider and the boy rushed to the cooker to take the pan off, he couldn't help but let it out.

He leaned against the door frame for support, his head rolling back as he let out his loud laugh. "Oh, Lou." He managed through struggled breaths.

Louis was stood beside the cooker, the pan full of burnt food in his hand and a pout on his face. He would admit, if Harry didn't look so cute laughing, he would defiantly not be pleased with the way he was reacting to the situation. He carried on pouting as he placed the pan on the heat proof counter. "Harry." He whined.

Harry looked back over, using a hand to wipe away a few tears that had escaped. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes still in contact with Louis'. "What were you trying to do?" He tried to avoid the glare he got when a chuckled left his lips.

Louis huffed. "I was trying to be nice and cook you breakfast but it seems your parents like to have high shelves to keep their plates." He crossed his arms over his chest in defence. Harry pressed his lips together, fighting against the urge to laugh at the boy once more. "Stop laughing." Louis scrunched his eyebrows together.

Harry jutted out his bottom lip as he pushed himself off of the doorframe to walk over to Louis. "I'm sorry Lou." He opened up his arms, urging Louis to enter them.

But when the smaller of the two made no effort to move, Harry took it upon himself to begin the hug. He wrapped his arms around Louis' shoulders pulling him close and resting his head on top of Louis'.

"I appreciate it, love. I really do." Harry pulled his head away, looking down as Louis looked up. "How about we make some more batter and I help you this time?" Louis smiled slowly. "Yeah?" Louis nodded, standing back and allowing Harry to clean up the mess he had made.

When Harry said "we" what he really meant was "Louis sit on the counter whilst Harry does all the work". Harry didn't mind though. He actually enjoyed the chatter Louis kept going. He also found it cute when Louis would try to steal the already cooked pancakes.

Harry placed the final piece on the large plate before switching off the gas and placing the washing in the sink. He turned to Louis who was looking down at his hands. He smiled, "why don't you hop down, take the food to the dining room and I'll grab us plates and drinks?"

"Yeah, sure." Louis smiled, jumping down from the counter top before picking up the plate full of food and walking through, into the dining room he remembered Harry showing him the day before. He set the plate down on a place mat before taking his seat.

It wasn't long before Harry was walking in, two glasses of orange juice and two plates resting on a tray. "Here you go." He pushed a glass and a plate towards Louis before saying, "dig in."

"Will do." Louis laughed and as if on queue his stomach let out a loud rumble, just like it had done when he had woken up. His head shot up and his eyes widened from embarrassment. Harry raised an eyebrow. "I've been trying to cook for at least an hour. I'm hungry, okay?"

Harry chuckled. "Okay." A small grin was on his face as he and Louis tucked in to their breakfast. And Louis would be lying if he said they weren't the best pancakes he had ever tasted.

The rest of the day went smoothly. The two boys stayed mainly in the living room either talking or watching something that was on the TV. However, the did have to end. And the end came when Harry's phone began to ring.

The vibrating noise coming from the coffee table caught the attention of both boys. Harry sighed, leaning forward and picking up the device. He looked to Louis, his eyebrows furred when he saw that it was an unknown number. Louis nodded at him to answer it.

"Hello?" He asked, still looking at Louis.

"Harry? I'm taking that it's you. Is Louis with you? Because I'm freaking out. Hi by the way, it's Megan. Louis' roommate." Harry visibly relaxed and Louis' eyes widened when he remembered that he hadn't spoke to Megan like he was supposed to.

"Shit." He mumbled to himself.

"Hey, Megan. Uhh- yes. Louis is here. Would you like to-" he was interrupted.

"Just put the fucker on the phone." He could hear the teasing in her voice as he pulled the phone away from his ear to hand it to Louis.

"It's for you." He smirked, holding back a chuckle. Louis gave him a look, a pleading one at that, before taking the phone and placing it- hesitantly- to his ear.

"Megan! How nice of you to call." He put on his best happy voice he could manage to soften what was about to come.

"You little shit. I can't believe you. First off, why didn't you call me? I've been worried out of my mind. You said you would call to update me on the date and then every time I tried to ring you, your phone went to voicemail." Louis looked to Harry who standing from the couch.

"I'm just gonna-" he pointed down the hall to where the downstairs bathroom was. Louis nodded understandingly.

"And then-" Megan carried on. "And then I come home this morning to an empty flat. I then had to ring Luke to get Harry's number."

"Megan look- I'm sorry. I locked myself out. And then my phone died so Harry suggested I stayed the night at his-"

"You sneaky little-" Louis laughed loudly.

"No! No. Nothing happened I swear. I didn't even stay in the same room as him, never mind bed. Jeez Megan." Louis could hear the girl giggling on the other side of the line.

"Right, well get you ass home. I need to hear about this date-turned-sleepover." He could also hear the mutter of another voice; one much deeper than Megan, followed by her telling who ever it was to "shush".

"Okay. Okay. I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay Lou." The girl was still giggling. "See you in a bit, love you."

"Love you too." He laughed, hanging up the phone and standing from the sofa.

"You didn't get too much of a telling off, I hope." Louis whipped around to see Harry stood in the doorway, changed and a pile of clothes in his arms. He also had his dimple on show and Louis felt like he could just melt right then and there.

"No- uhh- it's all good." Louis giggled slightly.

"That's okay then. Right, I have some clothes for you to wear, the shorts- again- are Gemma's. But I like the way my shirts look on you so- uh, I hope you don't mind but the shirt's mine." Harry walked towards Louis, reaching his arms out to pass on the clothes. "And I placed a pair of boxers- clean ones. I know you don't wear them but.."

Louis felt heat rise to his cheeks. The sudden reminder that Harry had changed him last night and had seen his nickers. He coughed. "T-thank you." He took the clothes before looking down.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed." He used his fingers to tilt Louis' head up, standing closer to him now. "You can change in the bathroom if you want. Feel free to take a shower if you want too. I'll be in my room when you're done and then I'll drive you home." Louis smiled.

"Thank you. For everything. And the date." Harry grinned. "It was amazing." Louis giggled before walking out of the room, down the hall to get himself changed.

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A/N; (words; 2810. Okay I know this is probably a load of crap but it's 12:42 am and I have to be up at 6 because I'm going to Birmingham to meet Joe Sugg holy crap. I'm so nervous it's unreal. But hey, I'm excited and I'm now 17 wooo party 💃🏻.

Anyway, I have a long coach journey tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning so I'm gonna try and write a load on the way there and back so hopefully I'll update again maybe tomorrow. It depends.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, comment some date ideas for them because I'm running low ATM. You'll get a dedication if I use your idea. Okay I'm leaving now, bye guyssss)