flower crowns // l.s.

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Harry had accidentally fallen asleep on his Grandmother's sofa; it's not like he could help it, it's just extremely comfortable and he's been very exhausted lately. When he awoken, he felt relaxed and . . . calm. Very calm, actually. Before he did fall asleep, he talked to his grandmother; talked about how sad he was and how his friend was treating him like a child (he may have mentioned Louis as well). Turns out, ranting and just releasing what he had bottled up felt better than expected. Harry felt relieved. And now he feels even better since he's in the green house. Such beautiful plants everywhere.

"Wow," he breathed out quietly, running his finger delicately over some beautiful gerberas.

"I've been taking care of them like how you told me to, so I hope they're doing good."

"Oh my, they're wonderful! I wish I had a green house like this one. There's so many, I might be falling in love with them all over again," Harry giggled out.

"Good, because it's hard tending to them. I'm not getting any younger, y'know, so you best start taking care of them more often."

Harry nods and stands beside his beloved grandmother, slinging an arm around her shoulders and tugging her slightly into his side to kiss her temple. "I know what you're doing, and if you wanted me over some more, all you needed to do is tell me."

"Oh, no. You're young, go out and live. I'll just tend to my garden like the old woman I am."

Harry rolls his eyes, laughing slightly. "It's okay, I love you and want to spend time with you. So I shall, dearest grandmother."

She was about to protest, Harry knew that when her mouth opened, but his phone rang and cut her off. Normally, he would ignore it since it's the polite thing to do, but it's Louis calling him. Louis. He needed to know why, so hesitantly, he answered. "Hello?"

"Harold! You didn't send me to voicemail, mate!" Louis cheerfully shouts.

Harry pulls his phone away slightly, then brings it back to his ear, his grandmother staring up at him suspiciously. "Hi, Lou—" (His grandmother raised her eyebrows, now listening in even more.) "—And that's not my name, but why would I do that?"

"Dunno, man, figured you died or something since you're not at work today."

"Louis, I don't work on Sunday's."

"Good, me either; wanna hang out?"

Louis is very loud so Harry is sure his grandmother can hear everything so far. "Um, I'm actually not home, at the moment . . ."

"Well, get home then, bro, let's party!"

Harry giggled, unable to stop smiling. "No, like, I'm with my grandmother. She lives off in the country; I spent the ni—"

"YOU'RE WITH YOUR GRANDMOTHER?"

"Hey, keep it down. Don't shout—"

"HAROLD, PUT HER ON."

Harry sighs, quietly muttering that it wasn't his name, before giving her the phone. She happily takes it, staring at Harry as they begin to talk. Harry doesn't really think it's a great idea, since, well... Louis doesn't have a filter and he gets rather rude and defensive over small things.

"Louis, hello," she says, still staring at Harry.

"Grandma, how are you?" Louis says to her. (Harry can hear him, and man, he really is loud.)

"I'm swell, boy. And yourself?"

"Oh, I'm just absolutely dandy, Miss. So great. Harry, isn't he lovely? Sweet kid. Me and my friends are getting together and we want Harry to come. These friends are not Liam and Niall, by the way. They aren't worried about Harry and trying to use me to bring him back whatsoever."