SPACES [Editing]

He Who Can't Be Tamed

Song of the chapter:

- Fallingforyou by The 1975

Louis Tomlinson

I woke up with my hand over the opposite side of the bed. I opened my eyes and realized that Harry was no longer beside me which was a relief. That would've been so awkward.

The sun illuminated the room and I couldn't be more thankful for it. It was freezing cold.

I pulled the comforter up to warm myself when I heard a strange sound from downstairs.

Harry's probably trying to cook. Again. I thought about whether to come down and help him or just stay in the room and save myself from all the kitchen disaster. I remembered the last time he tried cooking, he almost set the whole house on fire. I wouldn't want to see any of that again.

Suddenly, I heard Michael Buble sing. I chuckled at the thought. Harry listens to Michael Buble?

He probably likes old music, or probably indie, but not Buble.

I went to the bathroom to wash up and put on a sweater before going downstairs. The music has been turned up a little louder and he's playing Pop music now.

"Harold! Turn it down!" I shouted but judging by how loud Justin Bieber was singing this time, he couldn't hear me.

I ran down the stairs and got a bit disappointed when I saw Niall's head bobbing along with the music.

Not that I wanted to see Harry first thing in the morning. I mean, of course, I was expecting to see him, since he practically owns the place.

Yup. That's the only reason.

"Finally, you're awake. Harry told me not to wake ya up 'cause he said it's hard to get you to sleep peacefully." He said in his Irish accent. He put down the box that he was carrying and walked to the kitchen counter.

"Well, it was hard to keep my eyes shut considering the volume of the music that you were playing." I said.

"Oh, sorry about that. Harry's gonna get mad at me when he finds out that I interrupted your precious sleep. So I would really appreciate it if you don't tell him." He turned the music down. I don't even know where the speakers were, he just pressed a button on the universal remote control. Guess I haven't looked around the house enough.

"Why are you here, anyway?" I asked him. I mean come on, there's probably a good reason why he's blasting such music at 6 am on a Saturday.

"I'm going to live here now." He said while taking a large bite off his sandwich. I don't even know where it came from. It's almost like it just magically appeared from nowhere.

"Oh. Okay." I said while walking to the fridge. I noticed that it was full again, like someone just restocked our food supply.

I opened the cupboard, pulled out two glasses and poured milk into them. It must've been muscle memory or something, my body has gotten used to doing this for Harry after living with him for weeks now. Suddenly I realized that I had to get used to Niall being here, too.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Niall laughed and I stared at him in confusion. "You should've seen your face!"

"What?"