"Harry, I literally can't eat anymore." Louis sighs when Harry enters the bedroom with a bowl of fruit salad.

"Baby, you need to eat. I don't want you to be ill again and faint." Harry kisses Louis' temple and puts the bowl in front of the older boy.

"I get that love but you said exactly the same about the English breakfast, the pasta you made earlier and the soup and I've finished all. Are you not telling me you are the evil witch and I'm your Hanzel and you are going to cook me later? Are you trying to make me fat, Styles?" Louis jokes, taking a bite of the fruit salad anyway.

"Just want my baby to be okay and healthy. You scared the fuck out of me. Give me the bowl then, I'll save it for later."

"No, I'm eating it now. Here, taste." Louis puts some fruit on the spoon and holds it in front of Harry's mouth.

Harry loves fruit, absolutely adores it and for sure when he is been fed by his boyfriend.

"Tastes good." Harry nods, mix of strawberries, bananas, pineapple and mango blessing his mouth.

"You know what else tastes good?" Harry doesn't even get the chance to guess. Louis puts the bowl on the nightstand and pulls Harry into a kiss, smirking when he hears the younger boy moan.

"I love you." Louis says in between small pecks. "Love you so fucking much, H."

"Love you too, shoe. See what I did there? It rhymes."

"You are honestly an idiot, ruining the moment like that with your horrible jokes."

"You love my jokes."

"I love you, I just accept the jokes." They have a bit of banter until Harry's face turns serious. Louis hates when that happens.

"Hypothetically, Lou..." Harry starts "Would you accept going on tour with me now that you don't have a job?"

"Hypothetically?"

Harry sighs and takes Louis' hand in his own.

"I will have a tour around the UK next month. It's a small one, but I'd really like you to be there and I thought maybe I could see your sisters again and you can see my mom and-"

"I'd love to." Louis interrupts him, kissing him softly. "Yeah, I'd love to go on tour with you. Won't I be a bother, though?"

"You? A bother? Never."

"Tell that to my mom."

"She loves you."

"Yeah, now that I'm out of the house."

"You're being over dramatic again."

"Isn't that exactly the reason that you love me?"

"Not the exact reason, but definitely one of them."

Louis leans in to kiss Harry on the lips again, but they are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Haz, you in there with Lou?" Gemma's voice sounds.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Can I come in? Are you decent? Everybody is wearing clothes."

"Would you like to know." Louis teases. "We're decent, Gems come in." Harry continues, slapping Louis playfully. Louis grabs Harry's arm though and then leans his head on his shoulder.

"You two can't spend a second apart, can you?" Gemma shakes her head as she enters the room. "I just wanted to ask you what time we should be leaving here later so I'm on time to catch my flight."

Harry's eyes grow wide but he answers anyway.

"I uh- Around five pm?"

"Great, I'm going to pack again and leave the two of you alone in your romantic bubble. Be safe, kiddo's. Use protection."

Harry rolls his eyes as his sister closes the door laughing and then his face turns serious again.

"Do you want to help me out?"

"What's up, baby?" Louis asks.

"Well I'm supposed to drop off Gems at the airport but management scheduled a date with Taylor. Could you maybe drop her off?"

Louis' blood automatically boils when he thinks about Harry being on a date with Taylor. He hates it. He has to share his boyfriend, the person he loves, with his ex best friend who was supposed to always support him.

Harry notices Louis' mood change and softly kisses Louis' lips, grabbing his necklace. "I'm your cabbage, remember? Yours, Louis."

"I know. My jealousy is something you will have to live with, though." He sighs. "But yeah, I don't mind bringing Gemma to the airport. What time are you meeting Taylor?"

"Around four."

"In two hours then." Louis looks down at the blanket.

"Yeah... Lou, please I know this is hard but it breaks my heart when you look as sad as you do now." Harry kisses his temple and pulls him on his lap, cuddling the boy from behind. "I have been crazy about you from the day we met, I'm not planning on ruining anything between us. I love you."

"I love you too." Louis takes Harry's hand in his own and starts to play with his rings. "It's just- It breaks my heart when I see you with someone else even though it's fake. I will fight for us, Harry because shit you're everything I've ever wanted but I don't like sharing. I just hoped we could stay in bed together all evening watching Netflix and make out and now there's fucking Taylor and someone who I used to love so much is someone I hate now. My feelings are a bit all over the place."

"I get that." Harry nods. "I'm glad you talk about it. That's our strongpoint, Lou, communication and we have to keep doing that if we want to fight for us, yeah? Be honest with me, I'm honest with you, no hiding things."

"No hiding things." Louis agrees. "And then we'll be fine."

But is honesty really enough when you have to watch the love of your life with someone else every single day?