The Boy From Germany

Part 3

      Harry awoke with a start. He looked around and everyone else was asleep. His mouth was oddly dry. A glass of water sounded heavenly. He sprung up and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Of course who was standing there but Louis himself.
"Good morning Harry." He said softly, eyelashes contrasting on his tanned cheeks. His hair was tousled and his voice was husky from just waking up.
"Morning Louis." Harry said, a big grin creeping on his face. He couldn't help but smile at the boy.
"How did you sleep." Louis asked, the words sounding blocky and unsure. "Did I phrase that right?"
Harry nodded. "I slept good, besides Niall's loud snores and sleep talking."
A grin formed on Louis' face. "Not surprised, and sorry I'm still figuring out how to converse properly in English."
Harry laughed at the humiliated expression on his face. "It's okay, you'll get a hang of it."
Harry suddenly remembered what he came to do and started opening random cabinets to see where Liam kept his cups.
"Mrs Payne told me the cups are in that one if that's what your looking for." Louis said pointing to the cupboard above Harry's head.
"Thanks." Harry said grabbing the closest one and filling it halfway with water. He brought it to his lips and was halfway to swallowing when he saw Louis peering at him out of the corner of his eye. Harry turned and made eye contact. Louis had a ridiculous look on his face. It struck him oddly and he snorted, sending water up his nose and into his lungs.
    Louis started violently laughing and keeling over, while Harry tried to cough up the water in his lungs. After a couple minutes of suffocation Harry finally got it all out and put down his cup.
     "Harry are you good?" Niall asked suddenly appearing from the doorway.
     "Uh yeah." Harry giggled looking at Louis, their moment gone.
      "Was I interrupting something?" Niall asked, a devilish smile creeping onto his face.
     "Not at all, Niall." Louis said, voice angelic. "Harry was just getting water."
    "Alright then." Niall replied walking into the kitchen, planning on raiding Liams fridge.
      "Anything for breakfast?" A sleepy Liam asked from the doorway, rubbing his eyes.
      "Yeah I could use something to eat." Zayn said softly appearing behind Liam, dark circles lacing under his eyes.
     "I suppose I could make pancakes or something." Harry offered. "Pancakes sound alright to everyone?"
      Harry's eyes swept across the room and everyone nodded, content.
     "There's blueberries, strawberries and chocolate chips in the fridge and cupboard if you like."

      So they ended up eating pancakes. The weekend had gone by so fast, Harry could hardly belive it. They were all lounged on Liams couch, Liam next to Zayn then Louis then Harry and then Niall.
     "So Louis, excited for your first day at school?" Niall asked, craning his neck to see around Harry.
     "Yes, I hope I find all of them alright." Louis replied nervously.
      "Well Louis looks like your in luck." Niall said, beaming. "Harry here knows the school better than everyone here."
     Harry winced as Niall gave him a slap on the back. Crimson colored his cheeks.
      "Do you Harry?" Louis asked, a small smile lacing his lips.
     "Not any better than anyone else." Harry muttered. "But I'll be glad to show you around."
     "Okay." Louis said shyly, looking down at his interlaced fingers.

       "What the heck." Harry said to his ceiling later. "How am I supposed to stay away from him when he's every aspect of my life?"
     The ceiling stayed silent, not giving an answer back.
     "He's not even that hot." Harry whispered to himself. He sounded unconvincing even to himself. He rolled over and buried his face into his pillow "He literally could have moved anywhere and he had to move here."
      The rest of the day was filled with self pity as he dreaded the day ahead.