Little Things | L.S.

Chapter 17 - The Party.

Louis woke up later, missing the warmth Harry had given him the night before.

He had grown used to it; sleeping with Harry in the same bed for a week straight definitely did something to him. It was obvious something like this would happen, he was afraid of it as he packed last Monday but maybe this change is good? I mean, he is sleeping better isn't he?

But when would this end? When is he going to go back? Is he going to fall back to the old patterns when he leaves?

Harry never told him how long he can stay for, he just stated he'd stay over and see if something changes. Well now that it's obvious things have changed, what now?

Of course, Louis didn't want to leave. He liked Harry's company and liked the way they keep getting to know one another.

There's no way he can return back to his own apartment and call it his home.

Now the bed is cold and Harry isn't beside him. The grey curtains where open as the bright sun lit up the whole room, directly towards Louis' eyes.

Louis forced his eyes open adjusting it to the bright room only for it to give him a minor headache. He let out a groan sitting up and rubbing his temples, his ears slowly catching up with the faint noises coming from the kitchen.

Harry is still here, he thought. Of course he would. It's his house.

Already missing his green eyes, Louis got up and tried fixing his hair as he walked to the door that was left a little open.

He had realized this a few days ago; whenever Harry wakes up earlier or goes to bed later, he'd always leave the bedroom door half open. Louis never understood why but he never commented about it, since it's not his house for him to complain.

As he walked through the hallway, Harry sat on the kitchen island writing on a notebook. His face was relaxed and his eyes looked so determined, Louis was a bit jealous of how much attention Harry was giving to that notebook.

Wait. Jealous of a notebook? Give it a rest.

Louis chuckled quietly, judging his own self as he walked up to Harry and seeing those green eyes slowly look up at him and last but not least, Harry's dimpled smile.

Harry closed his notebook still keeping eye contact with Louis, neither of them saying anything.

Stares with smiles, Louis thought. It's their thing.

Louis looked away, a little flushed by how intensely Harry looks at him. "Already writing pretty words Harold?", Louis joked trying to calm his own self down. Harry still smiled but looked down at his notebook, "If that's what you wanna call it", he responded.

Louis nodded and sat next to him, their elbows touching. Maybe Louis sat closer than intended on purpose.

"Liam called this morning, said we should all hangout today", Harry continued, "I agreed on my part, you can text him if you want".

Louis fiddled with his fingers under the counter as he thought, "It would only make sense if I go too", Louis looked into Harry's eyes, "Where does he want to meet up?".

"Someone's party, he said he'd text the address later", Harry answered. Louis nodded thinking of the answer Harry had given him.

A party? Louis hasn't been to a party in a while. Liam knew that and knew the reason why so why now?

Harry had stood up now taking the notebook with himself as he went to his room. Though the smile and stare was perfect, Harry has been quiet today.

Louis was afraid of following him around in case Harry is in a bad mood, so he settled in the living room on his phone trying to not pay attention to the other human inside this apartment.