Oliver poked at his lover's cheek, earning an irritated glare. The Brit continued poking until finally Louis swatted his hand away.

"What? Why the fuck are you poking me?"

"Language Louis, and I'm poking you because I want you to smile!"

Oliver grinned, as if giving an example of what he was looking for.

"Non."

The younger pouted a bit. "Come on cupcake, smile! I know you can do it, pleeeeeeeease Louis?"

The Frenchman shook his head as he dug around in his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"But why not?" Oliver asked, fighting on. "You never smile."

"No reason to." Was the curt reply he received.

Louis drew a cigarette out of the pack and pressed it between his lips. With a flick of his thumb he lit it. All while Oliver looked at him in shock.

"No reason? Aren't I a reason?" The Brit knew it sounded rather self-centered, but if Louis had stayed with him for such a long period of time, surely he must have made him even a little bit happy?

The Frenchman took a drag, slow and long, before blowing out the smoke. It created a thin, wispy haze in the air around them.

"Aren't I?" Oliver demanded, with more force than he had anticipated. He blushed slightly, embarrassed.

Louis, apparently not noticing, flicked a bit of ash into an ashtray on the side table.

"Oui." He finally replied.

The Brit sighed, frustrated. "But...but you just said-"

Oliver stopped mid sentence, the glare he was getting telling him that his argument was futile.

"Fine." He grumbled. "Be that way Mr. Grumpy-pants..."

"You know I don't like to smile." Louis informed after another drag, blowing more smoke into the haze.

"Yes, I know."

"Then don't bother to ask."

Oliver just shrugged his shoulders, feeling defeated.

"I just want you to be happy, that's all..."

The other raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think I am not happy?"

"Because you never smile!" The smaller man cried. "People are suppose to smile when they're happy!"

Louis laughed quietly to himself. "You're such a moron."

"Love you too..." Oliver mumbled, agitated.

"Good."

"Well, now you aren't making any sense at all."

The Frenchman stubbed out his cigarette and leaned over, capturing his lover's lips in a kiss. As he pulled away a smirk appeared on his face as he observed the surprised one Oliver was displaying.

"Why would I need to smile? Don't you know that I am always happy when I'm with you?"

Oliver was taken aback and blushed even more than before.

"Even when I annoyingly poke your cheek and ask stupid question?" He inquired, just to be sure.

"Oui, always."

Oliver sighed with relief and cuddled close to his lover. He felt exhausted all of a sudden from their exchange of words. He also felt slightly stupid, but even more so he felt loved, and he smiled a bright smile that was big enough for the both of them.

"You're the best, Cupcake. I'm sorry for being a pest. I love you."

Louis smirked again, holding the other close. Not that he would ever admit it, but he was having a hard time fighting off a real smile. He couldn't help it, it was Oliver after all.

"Oui, oui, je t'aime aussi."

"Oh and Louis?"

"Oui?"

"You owe some money to the swear jar~"

/OOO/

A little bitty 2P!FrUK drabble for you, so cliché and fluffy. Hope you enjoyed it! No gore, no psychos, just these cuties being little dorky cutties.