Half the world away.

Chapter 3

The last week passed quickly. Too quickly. The day after Harry and Louis had been to the restaurant was quiet, and Harry spent it taking painkillers and drinking water while watching 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' in the living room. He didn't see much of Louis because he was out with Zayn. Harry had been invited too, but in his state of physical and mental health he politely declined and was satisfied when he was left in silence... except for the constant bickering between Kourtney and Kim. And the rest of the days, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were spent pretty much the same. Switching from drinking to sulking. Niall was a big part of it as well, he pretty much encouraged every night as they went to different bars or just drank a third of their parents' collections. In conclusion: It was the best last week they could've wished for. But the last week was unfortunately actually the last week... so when Sunday night came, there was no escape. School would start in only a couple hours. Yay (extreme sarcasm).

Harry felt the alarm ring before the sound filled his head. There was a heavy anxious feeling in the bottom of his stomach and he instantly thought about skipping. However, before the thought could get to anything, his mom opened the door.

"Good morning, honey." She smiled and placed some clean laundry on her sofa.

"Mmm," He grunted in response.

"Are you excited?"

"I'm exhausted."

"I know, baby, but it'll be worth it, I promise." She kissed his forehead and then stepped out, just before she closed the door she told him "Your father and I are leaving for work now so wish good luck from us to Louis, he's not awake yet". He nodded in response, although it was highly unlikely that he would wish Louis Tomlinson good luck.

He sighed and slipped out of bed, shuddering from the loss of warmth from his sheets, even though it was probably over 25 degrees in his room, thanks to the warm summer weather.

He was about to pull out his dresser drawer when the door from the bathroom opened and Louis walked in.

"Louis!" Harry squealed and tried to cover himself.

"Oh right, only briefs. Honestly Harry, I couldn't care less." Louis looked him up and down with unamused eyes and slumped down on the sofa, putting the laundry on the floor.

"What do you want?" Harry said while hastily pulling on some black skinnies.

"For you to hurry up... like always." He noticed now that Louis was reading his book again and he sighed as he realised that he probably wouldn't get the book back until the guy was done with it.

He took a loose grey button up and walked into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door. He washed his face and put on some deodorant before pulling the shirt on. He only buttoned a few of the buttons and made sure that you could see his two bird tattoos on his collarbones. Lastly, he put on some perfume. It was his all time favourite, the 'Gucci Mémoire' was a gift from his father when he got into the University of Manchester and he'd only first used it one time before, at Niall's sick pool party on the first week of summer break.

He exited the bathroom and found Louis, still sitting on his sofa.

"You don't shower in the morning?" He asked, as if he thought Harry would take much longer time.

"No, it takes too long for my hair to dry so I shower before bed instead."

"Well that's fortunate, then we don't have to fight for the shower."

"You're optimistic." Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

Louis only shrugged and stood up, once again closing the book and not putting it in the bookshelf.