Little Things | L.S.

Chapter 10 - The Call.

Later around evening, Harry got the notification from being added to a group chat.

Unknown Number:
'Harry, it's Liam. Added you to a group with the boys, thought it'd be nice.'

Harry smiled and checked the group chat, Niall was the most active among them writing his whole life out.

Niall:
'Almost ran into a wall'.

Louis:
'Caught a crush on someone?'.

Niall:
'No. They opened up a new Nando's around the corner'.

After that, Niall was left on seen by everyone.

Although it's still a Monday, today was good to Harry.

Maybe Louis made it better but he would totally relive this day if he had the chance to.

Harry isn't the biggest fan of texting but he didn't want to decline Liam's offer to join the group, so he accepted the invite.

Niall quickly noticed and texted in all caps;

Niall:
'HARRY THE COOLEST'.

Harry chuckled not knowing how to reply considering he read the message already and Niall is most likely waiting for him to answer.

Harry:
'Niall the funniest'.

He felt awkward about his response but Niall replied quickly agreeing with him.

Harry decided that was enough, group chats stress him out considering everyone is reading the message even if they're not in the conversation.

He was sat on his couch in the living room, the lamp being the only source of light to him.

His apartment looked cozy but to Harry it was missing something. It just wasn't cozy enough.

Harry let out a sigh, standing up and walking towards the kitchen making tea.

Maybe he could unwind early tonight. His mind is finally at peace and he doesn't want to ruin that by overthinking over nothing.

He poured his tea on a blue mug he bought recently over the weekend, he thought it looked pretty and they just happened to be the same shade of Louis' blue eyes.

Harry turned off the lamp in his living room, leaving the entire kitchen and living space completely pitch black as he walked to his bedroom closing the door behind him.

He's never thought about how lonely his apartment really looks; I mean, he lives on his own, it's not much of a surprise.

Yet lately, he whims for a second heart in his home.

And for that second heart to possibly be Louis.

Harry placed his mug on his bedside table while he undressed himself.

He liked the feeling of his cold bedsheets on his naked skin. It felt more relaxing, he called it therapy.

He sighed happily, sinking into the bed but sitting against his headboard as he drinks his tea.

He only stared at his door not really thinking of anything and he was content with that.

The tea was drank and he now laid down concentrating on how comfortable he feels at the moment.

He recalled his thoughts again going back to when he thought of two hearts in one home.

He liked that sentence.

His eyes wandered over to the small notebook beside his guitar staring at it wishing it could fly towards him.

Nonetheless, he sort of got up if dragging his body to the other side of the bed counts as that.