chamber of reflection ➵l.s

Eileen's first boyfriend

Harry comes into the kitchen, ready and dressed for work. His hair's pulled back into a bun and he's wearing a blue suit with his husband in mind. He's especially surprised when he finds his husband standing in the kitchen, holding a plate in front of him like he's been waiting for a while. "Good morning?" He greets skeptically. Louis smiles. "Good morning. You look beautiful." 

"Thank you. What have you got there?" Harry questions, gazing over the plate. 

Louis joyfully answers. "Right, I made your favorite. Whole grain waffles and blueberry compote. I also have a pumpkin chai latte on the table for you." 

Harry grins. "Oh, that's so sweet of you, baby," He coos. "What did you do?" His sappiness immediately disappears and he's now glaring at him. Louis rolls his eyes with faux annoyance. "What, I can't make something nice for my husband?" 

"You can, but not with this breakfast. Whenever you make this, you did something, so how much is it?" 

Louis furrows his eyebrows and glares at him. "I can't believe you would assume I have done something. I just wanted to be nice, since you've been working so hard lately." He dramatically says. Harry looks at him seriously. "Louis, it was sweet the first time, but you've done the same thing for sixteen years, and I've known you long enough to understand that something has happened. You can not fool me." 

Louis waves his hand at him mindlessly. "Whatever. I've come to accept that my husband does not trust me." 

Harry eyes him from the corner of his eye and takes the plate of waffles from him. "I messed up your sketchbook." Louis blurts out. The younger man immediately pivots. "What the hell did you do to my sketchbook?!" He demands. 

Louis sighs. "Okay, okay, but you can't be mad at me. I promise, I didn't do it on purpose, it was just in the heat of the moment-"

"Louis, tell me what the hell you did to my sketchbook." 

"Okay. You remember how you took that trip to New York for your fashion show? Well, while you were gone, I had my needs like a normal grown man does. I remembered that you had this picture that you look so good in, baby, I'm telling you. It looks so much like how you do when I come on your face."

Normally, Harry would be flattered, but right now- that only makes him angrier. "Louis." He hisses. 

"Right. That picture's on the first page of your book, you know how you put it there in case it's used as an artifact in the future? So, I jerked off to it with only the intention of coming on that page, but I got a little carried away and I promise, I did the smart thing and bent the spine to just have that page. But it got a little crazy, so I tried to  flip it over, but I ended up coming on one of your sketches! And then it seeped in about three pages." Louis says. 

Harry's mouth drops in disbelief. "Louis, you came on my sketchbook?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" 

"You were gone!"

"So you come- you could have called me or something! Now, I have to present my designs with fucking come on them, do you realize how much of a maniac I'll look like?!" 

Louis grabs his husband by the shoulders, trying to ease the situation. "You won't look like a maniac, baby. Just don't flip on those pages." 

"It's the front pages, Louis, of course I'll flip on them! And it's not only one, it's three. Three pages that has your semen on it, oh my god! You don't know how much I want to squeeze your neck like a fucking water bottle right now!"

Louis chuckles. "Well, I wouldn't mind that." 

Harry slaps his chest and the hands on him. "Not the time! You wonder why Junior's so stupid sometimes?"