𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚

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Niall and Liam just went to our local pizzaria for some pizza, obviously, while me and Zayn lead Harry around the house. We start with the kitchen, linked to the dining room. Then we walk through the livingroom to the hall where all the rooms are and the two bathrooms. What I personally like about the apartment is that the kitchen and dining room are higher up than the living room, like a split level. While you're cooking, you have a view over the livingroom. The hallways to the rooms are on the complete opposite of the livingroom. We walk through the open door to the hallway, where all the rooms are lined up to the end of it.

''So, the last room on the lest is out guest room, you can have that." Zayn says.

''It's nice.'' Harry complements, he still talks softly, probably too shy in front of Zayn. It's cute how he bits his finger when he is nervous, I've already noticed it's a habit of his.

''Thanks, Liam did the funiture, I did the decorations and Louis and Niall painted the walls.'' Zayn says.

''You're good at it.'' Harry smiles up at Zayn, but quickly looks back down again.

''Let's go to your room.'' I say and we walk down the hallway untill we're in front of his room. ''It's really plain, because no one comes in here. There's only a bed, a wardrobe and some other things, but if you want, you can make it your own and decorate it the way you want.''

''That's alright, I won't be staying for long anyway. Just long enough for maybe Jer to calm down and for me to think.'' Harry says. I grimace at the nickname he gives Jeremy, his supossed to be boyfriend. He doesn't deserve Harry at all, he deserves so much better.

He's sweet, caring and cute. He always puts others before him and makes sure everyone is happy, even if he isn't.

''Well, welcome to your temporary home.'' Zayn smiles.

''Thanks.''

''Why don't you choose a movie to watch while dinner. Zayn and I will make some drinks.'' I suggest, Harry nods and togehter we walk to the livingroom. I help Harry to turn the TV on and explain how it works, it took me a year to figure it out.

''I'll be in the kitchen, if you need me just give a yell.'' I wink at him and he giggles quietly.

''So cute.'' I mutter as I walk into the kitchen.

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