Not My Cup of Tea // L.S.

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Harry came out of the washroom but went to the kitchen instead of the common room. Louis, on the other hand, was texting Lottie about Harry and his crying. He hadn't told Lottie about Harry's past, but told her that his dad was a homophobic bitch who was the reason to Harry's self-hate. Lottie hadn't seen the texts yet, but Louis knew that as soon as she read them, she would give her ideas to help Harry. Louis wondered what Harry was doing in the kitchen. He got up and went to the kitchen.

"Oh hi." Louis said, when he saw Harry looking out of the window, while there was a pot of tea getting prepared in front of him. Harry looked at Louis and smiled, "Hi yourself. Just made some tea." Louis nodded and wondered how Harry was able to look all cheery when he had been crying just minutes ago. "You could've told me; I would've made it." Louis said. "Liam told me that you cook pretty well," Harry said, with special emphasis on 'pretty well'. "Plus, I wanted to make it." He added. Louis looked at Harry with a pretentious offended face and said, "That hurt but it was the truth. And, why did you want to make it?" "To bribe you." Harry said, with a smirk. "Bribe me. Why?" Louis asked, amused. Harry took the prepared kettle of tea, poured two cups and took both the cups to the table, where they sat to drink it. "Because, I wanted to play a game with you and I'm not sure you would." Harry said, taking a sip of his tea. Louis took his sip of tea and said, "Who told you Yorkshire was my favourite? Liam hates it and asks me to make it myself." "You were telling the other person in the call that you were drinking enough of it so I figured it was your favourite." Harry said. "Aah, right. Smarty-pants." Louis said with a smile. Harry blushed and asked him, "So, will you play the game?"

"Which is it?"

"Truth or dare."

Louis choked on his tea, which made Harry rub his back, "Are you okay Lou?" "Yeah, I'm alright Haz. I just-I was meaning to ask you the same, whether you would play or not." Louis said.

"Oh great! How did we think about the same thing? Haha." Harry said.

Louis shrugged his shoulders but was excited to play with Harry. He would finally get to know things he wanted to know. Harry wasn't in any different state; he was overjoyed to play with Louis.

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They finished their tea and settled in the common room, with Harry on Louis' bed and Louis on the chair. Louis thought it was better he sat opposite Harry, in that way he could see Harry's face and understand whether he was alright or about to cry or anything. He just didn't want Harry to cry anymore.

Harry checked his watch. 3:58pm. An hour to go. He thought.

"How about we listen to some songs while playing?" Louis suggested. Harry nodded. Louis picked his phone and looked for a Spotify playlist of his to put on shuffle.

"I'll go first, truth or dare Lou?"

"Truth." Louis said, without looking up from his phone.

Harry thought for a while and asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

Louis looked up from his phone, Harry saw his eyes darken momentarily, and 'Where Do Broken Hearts Go' by an anonymous band began playing.

"I have." Louis mumbled, looking into his phone.

"Alright, put the phone down. Songs are playing." Harry said. Harry felt his insides getting depressed when he heard Louis' reply, he didn't know why. Harry was much more confident now that Louis had a boyfriend. Louis put his phone down and looked at Harry. "Alright, I'll ask now. Truth or dare Haz?"

Harry saw Louis' emotionless face but replied, "Truth."

Louis thought for a while and asked, "Describe your ideal partner."