Harry's POV 

"Haazzaaa."

Leave me alone stupid voice.

"Hazzzzzzz."

Whoever is trying to wake me up better have a good reason! I'm having a nice dream about Louis. Weird? Nah. He knows that I dream about him. He thinks it's cute.

"HARRY!"

I jump up in shock and land on the floor. Ouch. That really hurt. I gingerly get up, rubbing my bum and look around to see a laughing Louis on my bed.

"Should've haha seen hahaha your hahaha face!" he manages to get out.

I scowl and he continues to laugh. Not cool bro. Not cool.

"What do you want?" I snap.

He stops laughing and looks at me smirking "Aww someone get up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Louis...I swear I'll stick carrots up your bum of you don't shut up." I threaten.

"But you love me."

"Do not!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Make me cookies."

What? Louis is grinning like a five year old, which he should be, and gets up.

"Please Harry? Make me cookies."

"Is that why you woke me up?" I ask confused.

"Yup." he answers popping the 'p'.

That little-hmmm.

"Sure. Why not." I shrug.

"Really? You're not gonna argue?" Louis frowns trying to figure out what's going on.

"Of course I'll make you cookies. You're my Boo after all." I reply smiling at him.

He thinks it over. Smart kid. Not. "K. Let's go!"

He grabs my hand and drags me downstairs. It's only then that I notice we're both in our boxers. Awkward.

He pushes me in the kitchen and looks at me sternly.

"You are not allowed to leave this place until you have my cookies ready."

"Can I at least change?" I really want to put clothes on. GASP! I know right? The HARRY STYLES not wanting to be naked? It's the end of the world! Run for your lives!

"No. I want to enjoy the view." he smirks.

"What? You're gonna look at me while I bake?" I tease.

Louis just nods still smirking and bites his lip "Get cooking."

Why did he have to bite his lip?! He knows a it's major turn on for me! Especially coming from him! I turn around quickly so he won't see my pink cheeks. I wash my hands and gather all the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies.

As I work, I feel Louis's gaze on me the whole time. He really wasn't kidding. I feel uncomfortable with him stating so I'm relieved when the cookies are done.

"They're done Boo." I tell him.

"Yayyy!"

"Wait! They're hot! You're gonna bu-"

"Son of a bitch! That fucking hurts!" he cusses. I knew he was going to burn himself.

"Louis Tomlinson! Language!" I scold him.

He raises his eyebrows at me "You talking to me? You talking to me? Bitch please. Do you know who I am?" he places his hands in his hips "I am Louis Tomlinson the Sass Massta from Dancaster. AND the owner of the best ass in the world! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

I roll my eyes "I am never making you cookies again."

"Someone's got something up their ass." he muses.

"Like what?" I snap not realizing my mistake.

"Like my penis. Stretching you. Filling you up completely, while I pound into you do hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. All the while begging me for more, screaming my name. Begging to be pounded into harder and faster."

"As if." I got a problem down below. How I wish he would.

Louis smirks at me, takes my hand and drags me upstairs. He closes the door, locking it as well. Pushes me up agaisnt the door

He nibbles in my ear making me moan and whispers huskily "We'll see about that."