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

louispanlinson:

Louis had been pretty excited for days now. Typically he didn’t pay all too much attention to the minor holidays, but once you had kids, holidays like Easter suddenly turns into a mini Christmas. It was honestly made fun just by doing things for or with them. “Is it at least in one piece?” he ventured slowly, but by the way Harry yelled for him, he had already figured that one out too. “It’s at least quite colourful, innit?” he mused, if there was one thing he hadn’t screwed up, it was the dying process. He reached the kitchen only to pull a face to see the egg had been destroyed. “On a scale of one to ten, before I come over to you,” he started, gesturing the good amount of space between them. “How mad are you?” he questioned, taking a few small shuffled forward. He gestured dismissively to the idea of sending the stool to get cleaned, “Nonsense, that’s what the internet is for,” he insisted.

Louis’ excitement was honestly the only thing keeping Harry from being too upset with the whole thing. They had had a great day, and he really didn’t want anything to mess that up - especially not getting upset over something so little. “It’s very colourful!” He called back, shaking his head a little as he added, “The yellow from the yolk rally brings out the dyes.” He finished wiping off the chair as Louis appeared in the room. Thinking over that question for a moment, Harry looked from Louis to the egg stained paper towel in his hand, and back again, before throwing that at Louis, laughing as it hit. “Not all that mad now.” He responded with a shrug meant to say that made things even. “Are you going to clean it then?” He asked, nodding towards the stool with a pointed look in Louis’ direction.