I Have So Much To Do But Now That It Is 9 Pm I Guess I Cant Do Any Of It. I Will Do It Tomorrow :)

i have so much to do but now that it is 9 pm i guess i cant do any of it. i will do it tomorrow :) 

I need to memorize hundred of slides by tomorrow hate it here

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Prompt 8: Louis and his dog Clifford!

anonymous asked on cc: punk h trying to do something cute for his cute sweet boy friend lou (like learning how to do some tiktok dance or learning how to knit something for him)

Harry doesn’t think he’s a bad boyfriend. Of course, there’s not much meaning when he’s the one saying it, but he likes to think he’s good to Louis. He listens to him, he actively pays attention, gets excited about anything Louis’ excited about — even if it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. Louis’ cute when he’s excited, and who’s Harry to dim his excitement? He answers his phone when Louis needs him to, doesn’t get too grumpy when Louis’ spent the whole day at Zayn’s, and he’s almost sure he could write a pretty decent biography of his boyfriend if asked. He takes him out on dates, he makes sure Louis almost always comes first if not twice, and Harry’s just — he’s sort of whipped.

So, he’s not a bad boyfriend. But there’s always room for improvement, right? He has to work to keep Louis happy.

Louis’ bedroom is covered in plants. At this point, Harry doesn’t know which plants are fake or which ones are real, and he’s definitely not going to try and figure it out — he’d only embarrass himself by watering a plastic plant. The problem is that Louis’ bedroom is more plants than room — it’s not bad, no, but Louis’ taking home two new plants every week and at this rate, there’s barely room to walk. It’s cute, Louis’ cat Fiona is always hiding in the various pots, and he can tell Louis likes living in his own little jungle of a bedroom.

Shelves are what Louis needs. Even if Louis refuses to move any of his other plants, at least his new ones will have a proper home, right?

The thing is, Harry’s never held anything more than a hammer or wrench in his life. Tools were never his thing. Listening to Nirvana, spending the time he should’ve been using to do homework getting high with his friends behind their uni, and recording ridiculous Arctic Monkeys covers in Mitch’s basement were more of his thing. He can shred a guitar but he’s not very confident in his skill to cut a level shelf.

After twenty YouTube tutorials and a trip to the hardware store, Harry’s finally cut two seemingly equal length pieces of wood. It takes a little while to decide where to place it and make sure it’s level, but it’s not long before Harry’s finally getting the shelf straightened out on the wall. Between all the banging, though, he doesn’t hear the door open and Louis whining in the hallway.

“I could’ve tripped over this, you know?” Louis huffs, stepping into the bedroom, small hand wrapped around Harry’s skateboard. He pauses, long lashes blinking at the mess in his room. “What’s — why does it look like a hard hat zone in here?” He frowns, raising an eyebrow to where Harry’s hiding a metre long piece of wood behind his back. “What are you doing?”

Harry shrugs his shoulders, tipping his head towards the shelf already nailed onto the wall. “You were complaining about not having enough room for that lily plant the other day,” Harry finally admits. The shy grin on Louis’ face is enough for Harry to decide that, yeah, this was totally all worth it.

“So you built me a shelf?”

Harry hesitates. “Didn’t really build it. Just sort of cut and nailed it,” he reasons. Louis just grins, shaking his head as he wraps his arms around Harry’s shoulders.

“You built it. It’s cute,” Louis hums, kissing his cheek and resting his head on Harry’s shoulder.

“Did you carve that?” Harry hears Louis giggle into his ear a few seconds later, and remembers immediately what Louis is referring to. There’s a little heart carved into one of the shelves, the only one he’s managed to bolt into the wall so far, with a little H + L in the middle of it. He may or may not have sat on the floor and used his house key to carve it.

“No,” Harry lies. “It was there when I bought it. Soulmate stuff, you could say.”

Louis picks his head up stares at him, cheeks tinted a dusty pink and blue eyes crinkling. “You’re a sap.”

It might be true.