Not-so-Hard-Boiled Eggs // Harry & Louis

It was probably Harry’s fault really. Not the fact that the eggs didn’t get cooked all the way through - no, he wouldn’t take the blame for that one. The fault that was his, was the manner in which it was found. He was staring at his phone as he made his way into the kitchen. That was his favorite room in the house, so he didn’t need to pay attention to navigate his way around. He pulled a container of leftovers from their Easter lunch out of the fridge, fixing himself a plate and putting that in the microwave. Once it was cooking and he had returned the container back to the fridge, his attention was on his phone again.  Crossing the room to one of the barstools, he pulled it out so that he could sit down to wait for the food to get done. But when he did, he was met by two sounds he didn’t want to hear at all. A crunch, followed by a rather sickening squish. “Louis!” He yelled out as he scrambled to his feet, but not before he felt the wetness from the egg. “I found your last egg, babe!”