you make me strong.

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Louis took this time to sit there and gaze at his lovely husband doing one of the things that he did best. He looked over at him, giggling and throwing one of the cloths at him. “Make a dish with those ingredients. Ready, go!” He waited until Harry got next to him to lean down and press his lips to the top of his head before hopping off the counter. “You are the best husband ever, y’know? Cooking me food in the wee hours of the night.” He slid his arms around his waist from behind, snuggling up to him. “I love you, y’know?”

"So demanding, you are." Harry laughed and stuck his tongue out at Louis as he hung the cloth over his shoulder. The kiss on his head made him smile instead though, as he looked at Louis while putting the chicken on a plate and into the microwave. "You better pay me back for this, Tommo." Turning around when he felt the arms around his waist, Harry let his own drape over Louis' shoulders as he leaned down to press a light kiss to his husband's lips. "Yeah, I know. I love you too, more than anything else." Once he heard the microwave beep, he slid out of Louis' arms to start cutting up the chicken. "Hey, Lou?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, keeping his eyes on what he was doing. "When we get kids,,, Have you thought about... You know, how?"

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Lifting up his left hand, he lightly wiggled his ring finger showing the nice wedding band that fit along his tiny hand. He always got all giggly and giddy when someone asked about their marriage because the new never wears off for him. Though they have their trying times, every day is almost as better as the day before. When he saw his husband walk into the kitchen, Louis couldn’t help but wink when he rolled his eyes. He hopped up on the counter, swinging his legs as he glanced over at the curly headed mop in front of him. “I dunnoooo. Surprise me.” He pushed some of his hair out of his face, giving him the cheekiest grin that he possibly could.

Humming to himself as he leaned against the opened door to the refrigerator, Harry mentally scolded himself for how empty it was. It was definitely time to go shopping again soon. "We've got cheese, sourcreme... I think there's chicken in the fridge." He wasn't entirely sure about if he was talking to Louis or himself, but he figured it didn't matter because Louis had yet to complain about the something Harry cooked for him. Grabbing the ingredients he needed, he placed them out on the counter next to Louis. "You're lucky I'm so helplessly in love with you because there's no way any of the other lads would've started cooking for you at 11 PM."

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Louis covered his mouth as he giggled slightly, nodding his head before poking his tongue out at him. “Yes, yes I do. But, I’m your idiot so that is all that matters. Louis lifted his head up to look at him due to the major height difference between the two of them. He glanced down at his body then back up at his husband as he spoke, “I couldn’t really tell. But, now that you mention it, I would hate to die of a heat stroke right here so I might as well match you.” He leaned up higher to press their lips together, kissing him sweetly before the kiss broke. He stood up as Harry walked to the bedroom, shimmying himself out of his sweatpants and making his way to the kitchen.

"You really are, until death do us part." It was still amazing actually, the fact that they were married. Of course, Harry wasn't dumb; he knew that there was plenty of people who didn't like it and maybe especially on things like Twitter or Instagram, it wasn't unusual with an almost daily stream of those stupid slurs but the good thing was, that he didn't really care anymore. After all, he got to spend got to spend the rest of his life with the man of his dreams and to Harry, that was worth everything. Tugging on a pair of black boxers, the curly headed one walked back out to the kitchen and rolled his eyes slightly at Louis. "Okay, so what do you want?"

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Even though they have been married almost seven months, there has never been a dull second in their entire marriage. There was never a time when they got bored of each other, and that was something Louis deeply admired. He never wanted to grow bored with Harry. He never could. Everything he did was a highlight of his day whether it was some stupid joke or just him singing his lungs out while he is in the kitchen. He could never get enough of his husband, and that was the way it was supposed to be. When he saw him walk into the living room in only a towel, he couldn’t help but grin while his eyebrows raised. “If I say it is a life or death situation, will you cook for me in only that towel? Or do I have to at least let you put on sweatpants first?” He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair, chuckling to himself while he eyed his husband from top to bottom. He had never seen someone so perfect before in his entire life.

Harry couldn't help but laugh softly as he leaned against the door frame. "You're an idiot, do you know that?" Hanging the other towel around his neck, he walked over to Louis with a smile . "Actually, there's not a chance I'm wearing sweatpants in this heat. I don't know how you do it, you should be melting or something." Harry shook his head, placing a hand on Louis' forehead and frowned. "Yes, you're too hot. This isn't healthy, you need to take your clothes off." he grinned, laughing again. "I'll get on a pair of boxers and then I'll make you something, yeah? There's actually something I wanted to talk to you about." With a kiss to his husband's lips, Harry walked back into the bedroom to throw the towels in the laundry basket.

There was very rarely completely quiet in the Tomlinson-Styles household. Whether it was the TV and whatever video game Louis was playing or Harry singing his heart out to some song he'd heard on the radio a week earlier, there was almost always some kind of sound in the house. Hell, Louis even spoke in his sleep so when his voice could be heard calling out through the five seconds of silence, Harry wasn't surprised. As usual, he smile just broke out on his lips from hearing his husband. He turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel loosely around his hips and reaching for a different one to dry off the curls that was seriously starting to need a proper trim. "In here!" he called out in reply as he walked out of the bathroom and towards the living room. "Is it a life and death situation, or can I get dressed first?"

"And I’d marry you, Harry"

If the picnic is with you, I am sure that he would absolutely love it. He may not be that hard to please. Harry, you are always selling yourself short. You are an amazing human being and he would love to be with you. I like the latter, mainly because it lets me make out with you.

Doesn't matter if he's hard to please, he still deserves the absolute best.  Amazing is a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think? I mean, I'm alright and all, but really nothing out of the ordinary. You have a very fair point in that, husband dear. Anything that includes me being close to you is a good idea. 

Maybe you’ll just have to show him? Everyone likes a good reminder these days. Plus, he would be a fool to not completely fall in love with you. Hopefully she will. Of course, I do. What did you have in mind?

I think I'll have to. How do you think he would like a picnic on our next day off? No, that's not quite true. More like anyone would have to be a fool to not fall in love with him. I don't know, just anything really. Throw rice at people or make out in Liam's bunk, I'm just bored.