The Connotations of Home

Chapter 6

Harry

"Louis, honey! How are you?" Harry's mum asked, a warm smile spreading across her cheeks as she walked towards the open front door.

"I'm great, thanks, how are you?" Louis smiled back politely, straightening his posture.

"I'm good, thanks."

Harry watched the interaction, praying to God his mum didn't say something embarrassing.

"I'm just gonna go and and get a charger." Harry said, turning to head upstairs.

"Can I get you anything, Louis?"

"Oh no thank you, I'm alright."

"Okay, well grab a seat, make yourself at home!"

"Will do."

Louis walked through to the living room and casual chatter could be heard between him and Harry's mum.

"Have you got any girl gossip?" He heard her say from the kitchen.

"Not really no, I'm not really looking for a girl at the moment." Louis replied.

"Or ever." Casey said under her breath to Harry, pushing past him as she jogged down the stairs, glancing back with a mischievous grin that was met with evils from Harry's end.

Harry ran down the stairs to get to Louis before she did.

"I bet they're lining up for you, Lou." Casey joined in, striding through to the kitchen and leaning her forearms on the counter, hands clasped together in front of her.

"Can't say they are." He laughed from the sofa.

She turned her head to face Harry and quirked an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Harry never gets any girls." She said, now facing Louis.

"Yeah, there's a reason for that Casey." He sassed, proceeding to walk over to Louis.

"Bet all the lads are lining up for you though, eh Harry?" Louis teased.

Harry rolled his eyes and plopped down on the sofa next to him.

"Right, we're off so we'll see you later boys!" His mum said, picking up her keys and purse from the counter.

Casey looked back at Harry and raised an eyebrow with a smirk before leaving the room, only Harry seeing it.

The door closed loudly, the bang echoing through the hallway. It immediately turned silent.

"What are you looking at?" Harry asked, following Louis' stare to the mantlepiece full of baby photos.

"You were so tiny!" Louis laughed. "Look at those bright yellow shorts!"

"That was the day we did a performance to our parents," Harry chuckled at the memory.

"Oh my god I remember that! We did them all the time. Must have driven them mad."

"I remember we used to audition each other." Harry laughed.

"Yesss!" Louis exclaimed. "We both thought we'd be famous and we'd do duets together and choreograph dances and write our own songs together."

"We've still got videos from a couple of them, do you wanna watch them?" Harry offered.

"Is that even a question?"

Harry got up from his seat on the sofa to open a cabinet below the TV. There were tons of photo albums and CDs full of memories and good times. He pulled a memory stick out with black sharpie written on one side.