I love you. Fucking idiot.

6

On the way back to the accommodation Louis and Harry spent the whole way talking, well. Louis was mainly yelling and ranting while Harry stayed calm and never lost his temper but in the end, they got to the bottom of this hatred towards each other.

They walk into the room and Harry heads straight into the bathroom to get a shower.

Louis sighs softly running his little hands through his softly feathery hair. He gets his cigarette packet and lighter out of his jeans pocket before sitting down at the bottom of the bed to take a moment to himself. He lights a cig up taking a long drag inhaling the smoke.

Nicotine.

Sweet sweet nicotine.

Right, think.

Fuck.

He actually had a civilised conversation with Harry??

He actually admitted everything??

Wow.

Fuck.

This is bad?

Very bad.

What if Harry wants to become best fucking pals with Louis now they got through the anger stage???

Friends?

Louis and Harry??

Never??

They're nothing more than enemies

Right?

Louis finishes his cig putting the docker into the empty bottle off the side of the bed which has the previous docker from this morning in.

He stands up and his eyes widen in horror seeing something.

He screams.

Oh lord, he screams bloody murder.

Harry quickly rushes out of the bathroom and to Louis' side.

"You okay?!"

Louis stops screaming trying to calm down and points towards the little issue on the floor. "What the fuck is that!?"

"It's a spider?" Harry answers in more of a questioning tone.

"Well, get it before it kills me, idiot!"

Fuck sake.

Is this man stupid?

He needs to get rid of the spider and not stand around asking stupid questions.

Boys.

Something Louis will never understand. He may want to fuck them. But understanding them is another thing.

Louis stands on the bed watching Harry carefully as he scoops the spider up into his hands and heads outside with it.

Louis climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom to take a shower while it's free. He takes his clothes off shoving them into the corner carefully placing his towel on the rack next to the shower.

He turns it on adjusting the water temperature letting it heat up till it's just right, grabbing his shower gel and shampoo before climbing into the shower placing the bottles on the shelf. He sighs deeply in context as the water runs down his face.

Can he and Harry really be friends?

What would his friends think of him?!

Fuck.

After a few moments of relaxing under the water, he washes himself with some vanilla body wash. It's his favourite. He hums to himself taking his time rubbing the sponge all over his body before rinsing himself under the water. Then washes his hair massaging his head for a moment before getting out of the shower. He grabs the towel and quickly ruffles his hair giving it a quick towel dry before wrapping it around his waist.

He walks over to the mirror wiping the fog off it since the bathroom got all steamed up due to the temperature of his shower.

He sighs softly.

Two more nights.

He looks around the bathroom and his eyes widen as he can't find his clothes! That's when he realises he's left them in the bedroom!

Fuck!

Harry's in there?!

He takes a deep breath and walks into the bedroom quickly heading over to his bag. He grabs a shirt putting it on, as he does that his towel falls.

Unknowing to him Harry had just entered the room silently, he slides his boxers on and turns around jumping once he noticed him.

"HARRY?! When did you come in? Have you been watching me?"

"Uh, no? I've only just come in. I got us food."

"Right.." Louis nods sitting on the bed. "So what did you get?"

"Chicken salad" Harry sits down next to Louis putting the food down in between them.

"Salad?!" Louis looks at him disgusted.

Who the fuck eats salad??

"It's healthy"

"It's gross!"

Louis huffs and just starts picking pieces of chicken out of it.

Harry eats some of the salad before starting to make small talk. “So…what conspiracy theory do you believe is actually true?”

"The rain"

"How is rain a conspiracy?"