play it cool [L.S]

chapter nineteen

dear cass,
666
-lauren

dear paulina,
next chapter is the one of the
ones you've been waiting for!
-lauren, swag master

warning- mentions of SA (accusations)
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"you're all going down to liam's?"

"uh yeah" harry looked up from his bowl of frootloops, gemma sat down next to him wt the round kitchen table "i'm getting to lou's around five, but be at liam's for nine"

gemma nudged him "four hours huh, and he says they aren't dating" she laughed, harry almost choked on his cereal before kicking her leg. she knew of course, she was the first person he told but he hasn't told anne or robin yet. well anyone for that matter "shut up" he whispered.

"any idea what day you'll be back?" anne pour the hot water into three mugs and one to go cup. harry shrugged pushing the colourful cereal around with the spoon "i'll assume tomorrow after nine then"

"i'll be home by dinner mum, wouldn't miss you new years roast" he smiled, anne handed the siblings a cup of tea. robin walking into the kitchen "here love"

"thank you dear" he kissed her on the cheek "i should be back by five, something happened at work but i'll make it as quick as a i can" robin turned to his kids, both eating breakfast. one cereal the other scrambled eggs "i'm not sure if you'll be here when i before i get back so happy new year and i'll see you both tomorrow" he kissed gemma on the head and ruffled harry's messy morning curls.

the front door closed as harry rinsed out the small pool of milk from his bowl and left the bowl and spoon in the sink, taking his tea upstairs to his room. he set the tea down on his desk and went through his suitcase. it wasn't early in the morning, him and gemma had been sitting around every night since christmas day talking about life or nothing at all. by the time harry got in his room last night it was two in the morning, yet he then got onto a facetime call with louis seconds after, finding themselves falling asleep on call.

harry only woke up twenty minutes ago, finding louis awake on the call waiting for him to get up. when they finally hung up harry noticed that it was already three in the afternoon "shit" he whispered, getting dressed quickly. he threw on a pair of ripped black jeans and started looking for a hoodie to throw on since it was cold.

he couldn't find one.

"you bloody bastard" he spoke to himself, clicking on a certain contact in his phone, setting it up against his cup of tea. louis answered the facetime call almost immediately, he let out a wolf whistle "a new hears strip show, oh how lucky i am" harry forgot he was shirtless "what can i do for you love?"

"do you now have all of my hoodies and jumpers?" he pulled out a blue hawaiian shirt and buttoned it up half way "what?! no... i would nev-"

"you're wearing my blue one right now aren't you?" harry looked into the camera, all it showed was louis' face and his headboard as he was still in bed, his hair was all messy and spiked up "maybe..."

"can i have like some back? or am i never getting them back"

"i live in these hoodies, they're mine now"

"i'm leaving in a bit, have to get petrol. get dressed it when i see you i am taking those hoodies back" he smiled at the camera and hung up, he finished his tea before walking across the hall to the bathroom and brushing his teeth. he ran a brush through his hair but it didn't do much so he just shook his head vigorously letting his curls fall naturally.

he walked out of the bathroom, grabbing essential items from his room before heading back downstairs "oh sweetie cover up" anne hustled over and buttoned up the last three buttons on harry's shirt "mum"" he groaned. anne shushed the boy "it's cold! cover up!"