Been roasted by my sisters for being dressed exactly like our grandad (button down flannel shirt tucked into joggers, old man slippers).

I can't wait for this chapter omf you tease 😭😭😭 and you don't have to, but do you think you can give us a lil blip of this chapter? It's ok if you don't want to I'm just so excited 😭😭

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i want to save the part i meant in my tags for the chapter itself so this is just a tiny excerpt from the beginning and it’s kind of pointless but jkmglhh;gf yeah

_________________________________________________________________Harry fishes his iPhone out of his pocket then, glancing at the time with a sigh. “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry.”Louis finishes chewing, setting the bowl aside in the sink. “What for?”“Got called into a meeting,” Harry says, scrubbing a hand down over his face, “in New York.”Louis leans back against the worktop with a frown, nodding for him to continue.Harry winces, looking guilty. “Sorry – I’d take you with me but I had to book a flight last minute. Got the last seat on the plane,” he explains.Louis shrugs. “That’s okay…don’t think I’m up for traveling at the moment anyway. I’ve been feeling really tired.”Harry makes a soft sound at that, his brows knitting together in concern. “Still?” When Louis nods, Harry steps closer and wraps him up in his arms, rubbing at the small of his back. “D’you think we should call the doctor?”Louis shakes his head from where he’s tucked against Harry’s chest. “I already did this morning, just to check. She said it’s perfectly normal in the first few months, so…” he trails off with a shrug.Harry’s hand slides around to the front then, gently touching at Louis’s belly, “…I don’t have to go,” he murmurs, wracking his brain, “I – I might be able to find someone to fill in for me, if you’re not feeling well—”“Don’t,” Louis shakes his head, shying away. “It’s just a little fatigue, m’fine.”Harry nods and hugs him tighter, peppering the top of his head with tiny, apologetic kisses.Louis leans his weight against him, his eyes falling closed, wishing he could curl up on Harry’s chest and take a nap, “…what time do you leave, then?”“My flight’s in two hours,” Harry sighs. “You wanna lie down for a bit while I pack?”When they get up to their room, Louis climbs into bed and curls himself around a pillow, watching as Harry pulls a suitcase down from the top shelf of his closet. He opens the flap and lays it out on the bed, unzipping the pockets. Then he darts into the en-suite, returning moments later with his toothbrush and a handful of other toiletries—including a bottle of lube. Louis narrows his eyes at that, giving Harry a pointed look. “What do you need that for?”Harry shrugs, unabashed. “Just in case.”Louis pouts, “just in case of what?”“A spontaneous erection?” Harry offers, smiling cheekily.Louis keeps pouting so Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “I’m not going to use it with someone else. Just me, love. You know I hate wanking with a dry hand.” He drops the lube into his suitcase, ducking down to press a kiss to Louis’s lips. “After all,” he murmurs, nuzzling at him, his voice low, “I’m going to have to spend four very long days without you climbing on top of me every night, asking to be fucked.”“Think you’ve got that backwards,” Louis whispers against his lips. “You’re the one who does the climbing.”Harry just laughs, kissing him again. He goes to pull away but Louis’s fingers tighten in his hair, prolonging the kiss for just a few more seconds. All of this talk of lube and fucking has him feeling a bit warm under his collar. He reluctantly lets go, curling himself around the pillow once more.Harry moves quickly around the room, from his suitcase to the closet and then back again, gathering up an armful of clothes, ranging from jeans and joggers to t-shirts and button-up tops, leather boots and thick coats for the outdoor weather.Louis yawns into his palm, watching as Harry searches for his passport. “What’s New York like?”Harry hums in thought. “Lively. Lots of traffic. It’s the city that never sleeps, according to Sinatra,” he turns, setting a black leather carry-on bag down on the bed and tucking his wallet inside. “I’ll take you there, sometime soon. Not for a business trip, but as a holiday.”Louis smiles, tracing his finger along the koi pattern of a throw pillow, “…I’d like that.”Harry takes off his clothes then, stripping down until he’s completely nude, standing like some sort of sculpture in the middle of his walk-in closet. Louis stares appreciatively from the bed, his eyes lingering in certain places – the dip in his back, the sparse hair under his arms, the strip of muscle connecting his hip to his groin. Harry sifts through a drawer before pulling on a fresh pair of briefs and dark jeans, slipping a belt through the loops. He shrugs into a loose white button-up top, rolling the sleeves up past his elbows, with a few silver chains dangling from his neck, matching the rings on his long fingers. Then he steps into his black Gucci boots, carding a hand up through his hair.Louis bites his lip, fidgeting a bit as he shamelessly ogles Harry from the bed. He just looks so sexy…it’s such a shame he has to go.Oblivious, Harry checks the time on his iPhone again, cursing under his breath. He dumps a pile of socks and briefs unceremoniously onto the bed and then heads for the door, pushing the hair back from his face, “gotta get my laptop.”Louis sits up then, folding the clothes before placing them into the suitcase, so everything fits neatly inside. He can tell Harry is feeling a bit stressed from having to rush and wants to help. Harry comes back only moments later, hastily winding the charger cord around his MacBook. He sets it down on the bed, shaking his head in surprise when he sees the clothes have been folded and packed away for him. He drops a kiss to Louis’s hair. “Thank you, baby.”Louis just nods, tucking the last pair of socks inside. “What about your phone charger?”“Shit,” Harry mutters, hurrying to the other side of the bed to unplug the cord from the wall.Once he has everything packed, Harry backs away and glances slowly around the room, doing a mental checklist, making sure he didn’t forget anything. Then he nods, shoving his phone into his back pocket.“Do you need me to drive you to the airport?” Louis asks.Harry shakes his head, “it’s alright, I’ve called a cab. Should be here in about five minutes.” He throws the carry-on bag over his shoulder and wraps his fingers around the handle of the suitcase, pausing when he realises he has to say goodbye to Louis now. This all happened so suddenly. Harry shifts on his feet, feeling guilty for leaving him, “…want me to say goodbye here so you can stay in bed?”Louis shakes his head, moving to get up. “I don’t mind.”