Reluctantly, they got out of bed. Clifford began to get impatient, wanting breakfast so Louis finally pulled himself out from Harry's sleeping body, being as gentle as possible to not wake him.

Harry let out a noise as he replaced Louis' chest with a pillow, squeezing it to his chest.

Louis walked down the cold wooden floor to the kitchen, Clifford noisily following behind him.

He loves me

Louis had a smile on his face as he made Clifford some food.

Unknowing to Louis, Harry had been awake and he leaned on the doorframe watching as Louis humming quietly to himself infront of the counter.

"They're ya go Cliff" Louis said quietly to his dog, setting the bowl on the floor. Louis turned around, his heart dropping to the floor as he saw Harry standing there.

"Jesus Harry, you gave me a heart attack! I thought you were still sleeping" he jumped, holding both hands over his heart dramatically.

"I was watching you sleep for the last, like, twenty minutes" Harry replied, his stomach muscles flexing as he turned his body to stand up fully.

"Creep. What do you want for breakfast?" Louis smiled

"You? Cooking? Nuh-uh, c'mere" Harry replied, holding his hands out for Louis. He rolled his eyes but took his hands nonetheless.

"I'll have you know, I got pretty good at cooking since we last saw eachother" Louis grinned as Harry squeezed his hands.

"I doubt it. What do you want for breakfast?" Harry reiterated.

Louis smiled, going up on his toes as he pecked Harry's lips.

"You can't have me for breakfast I'm not food" Harry laughed making Louis let go of his hands, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Surprise me" Louis smiled, looking over his shoulder. Harry opened Louis' fridge, all he had was a few packages of cold cuts, half a block of cheese, a couple apples and 6 beers.

Harry shook his head, opening up the pantry. There was bread, ketchup and a few boxes of cereal.

"You don't have anything in your kitchen Louis!" Harry called to the other room.

"I know! Grocery day is tomorrow!" Louis called back. Clifford trotted into the room, sniffing the air because he smelt the ham meats in the fridge.

"Hmm let's see here. Grilled cheese?" Harry mumbled to himself, his head half way into the fridge as he took out the cheese and meat.

He grabbed the ketchup and bread from the cupboard and placed it all on the counter. He turned the stove on and placed a pan on the burner, adding a bit of butter that sat on the dish beside him.

He made 2 sandwiches, deciding to cut up the apples as well. He plated them up and set them down on the kitchen table, along with 2 glasses of water and the bottle of ketchup.

Harry walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom where Louis was, he was standing infront of the closet humming a tune. Harry watched as he took a shirt off the hanger, pulling it over his head.

Harry walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He pressed a warm kiss to his cheek, making Louis madly blush.

"Breakfast is ready Lou" he mumbled against the skin on his neck. They walked back to the kitchen, sitting down and digging into their meals.

"Never actually got to get a good look at your backsplash" Harry laughed ironically.

"You actually wanted to?" Louis replied.

"Yeah! I didn't know you were planning on fucking" Harry laughed.

"I didn't plan it wanker" Louis shook his head, laughing at the man. Harry looked around at the wall behind his counters, nodding with a small smile on his face.

"Well? What do you think?" Louis urged.

"Honestly, I don't think it really matches" Harry replied.

"What do you mean? It does match, see, blue and blue!" Louis replied, pointing at the accent tiles and the light blue cupboards.

"They're clashing, too much blue" Harry disagrees.

"Funny coming from the person who requests everything to be a specific shade of blue" Louis smirked.

"This isnt the right shade!" Harry cackled, throwing his arms up in amused annoyance.

They were both laughing messes by the time they had actually settled on the shade, both parties agreeing it wasnt 'Louis blue', or at least not up to Harry's standards to be considered as such.

After breakfast they agreed to go out grocery shopping for food. Harry grabbed Clifford's red lead as they exited the house. Louis opened the passenger door, both Harry and Clifford tried to get in.

"Okay! Okay, you win Clifford" Harry laughed, putting his hands up in surrender as he let Clifford hop into the front.

Louis just shook his head as he opened the back door. Harry began to get in when Clifford climbed over the center console into the back seat, laying down on his back across both back seats to expose his belly.

Harry smiled at his antics before scratching his stomach and hopping into the front seat. Louis closed his door before walking to his own side.

About half way to the store, Louis built up enough courage to stretch his hand over to Harry's, interlocking fingers. He still got butterflies around him.

Louis parked the car when they got there. He didn't open the door though. He just sat there.

"We have to talk about this" he broke the silence, looking up at Harry.

"What is there to talk about?"

"If we go out there, somebody will get a picture. Its unavoidable. Are you...are you sure you want to?" Louis said quietly.

"Do you not want to?" Harry replied.

"No, no I want to more than anything. But this will out you, it will out us" he said. Harry squeezed his hand.

"I want to. I really, really want the world to know you're mine" Harry spoke, making eye contact with Louis.

Louis cracked a smile, nodding happily. They got out of the car. Flashes and distant gasps head as they walked into the store.

They weren't even holding hands and people were already freaking out. As they walked up and down the isles they watched as people 'secretly' took pictures of them. Louis smiled up at Harry just as a bright flash went off.

They pushed their cart to one of the registers, loading their items into the conveyor belt.

"H-woah" the cashier vocalized.

She smiled, her eyes wide.

"Hi!" She said excitedly.

"Hi Aalee" Harry replied, looking down at her nametag. Two small stickers were stuck on the white plastic beside her name on the pin on her shirt. Two hearts, a blue one and a green one. She looked down at her own nametag, laughing awkwardly.

She began to ring up the items, she breathed shakily through her nose, looking up after each item to smile at the both of them before continuing.

"Um, your total is $167.28" she said to them. Louis nodded, tapping his card on the machine.

Harry began to bag all the items that had pooled on the second conveyer belt.

"Thank you so much" Louis smiled at her before helping Harry pack up the things. She nodded, speechless.

"Hi! Sorry, um. Are you- are you Harry and Louis? Stupid me, of course you are. Its- I'm so-" she stuttered, her eyes crazy as she waved her hands around.

"Its us darling" Louis smiled. Harry took they bags in his hands before leaning down to peck Louis' lips, winking at Aalee before they walked out of the store.

"Oh my god" Aalee whispered before running into the breakroom. She called her best friend, screaming into the phone.

She told her that she had just met Harry and Louis and that they kissed infront of her. Of course, her friend didn't believe her.

"Check Twitter!" Aalee screamed at her friend. And surely enough, all the photos from Harry and Louis from the grocery store were on Twitter, spreading like wildfire.

Aalee heard her friend crying before hanging up.

Harry and Louis walked down the street, back to their car. Paps were already accumulating so they walked quickly.

Harry had 2 bags in each hand, so Louis reached over to take half of them from Harry. Harry looked over at Louis, shifting the bags all to one hand as he used his empty hand to interlock fingers with Louis.

"That's not what I- nevermind" Louis laughed as they made it to their car. The groceries were quickly loaded into the trunk as they sped away, back to Louis' house.

The photos quickly trended, breaking the internet and catching the attention of every single news outlet. Articles and interviews were set up, they got hundreds of emails and texts, either congratulating them or asking to set up appointments for interviews.

They nestled together on the couch under a blanket with large mugs of hot cocoa, Clifford laying ontop of them, fast asleep.

And that day was only one of many happy days together.

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