Could you be any louder?

chapter 4

For a moment Louis is sure he's going crazy when he opens his eyes the next morning, only to find his flatmate sitting in his chair.

The boy seems at peace in the semi dark room, cozied up into his hoodie with a cup of tea in his hand. His unruly, dark curls resting on his forehead as his eyes flicker curiously over the text on the newspaper, laid out on his legs.

He lets his eyes scan over him for a moment until he snaps himself into reality again. What is he even doing here?

Louis then scrambles upright in his bed, letting out a confused: "Harry?"

Harry—who for a moment there seemed startled—neatly folds the newspaper and then gently puts it down to look at him.

His green eyes sparkle as the corners of his mouth quirk up, "You are endearing when you're half asleep."

Oh, hell no. Not this.

But as much as he hates to admit it, Louis knows the tips of his ears are on fire. He hates compliments, even if they're sarcastic.

"Shut up," He grumbles, pinching the skin between his eyebrows. "What are you even doing here for fucks sake?"

"It's been six days since you've left this musty hole." Harry states, causing Louis to roll his eyes as a reply. "So I wanted to check up on you and I also thought maybe we could do something today, that is if you are ready to stop hiding from me."

Oh please no. This is the last time Louis has given someone his spare room key for emergencies because this is just straight up annoying. He doesn't need people coming into his room like this.

"What?" Louis scrunches his nose, glancing at Harry through his lashes. "Why do you think I was hiding from you?"

He's right though, Louis was hiding from him. He'd hate to admit it but there's no other way to put it, he was hiding.

Harry sighs. "You literally went into your room after your apology and didn't come back out for the next few days. That sounds like you're hiding from something. From me."

"Didn't know you were a psycho analyst." Louis then quickly slips out from between the covers onto his cold flooring. As he lets his eyes wander around, he notices what an actual mess he left his room in, these last few days.

Luckily because of the medicine he's been taking, his head doesn't hurt that much anymore, making it okay to open the curtains.

He stands in front of the windows for a bit, just absorbing the soft sun outside. It's working so hard to reach him, it's sad actually. That's what autumn does for the stance of the sun of course, but still, its attempts are worth the mention.

"Now, before you leave me alone." Louis purposefully emphasizes the last few words, as he turns around. "I actually planned on going out to run some errands today, and you may come along if you wish."

The corners of his mouth move up a little as he watches Harry's face light up as if he just dangled a lollipop in front of a four-year-old.

"Sure." Harry quips, sounding happy Louis actually will let him come along. "Will be waiting in the living room. Whenever you're ready."

Louis quietly chuckles to himself as Harry leaves his room, if only he knew what Louis was actually planning on doing today.

Putting on some of his favorite music he stretches himself as he steps into the shower. The hot water streaming down his body making him feel more relaxed almost instantly.

It allows him to let his mind wander to different things for a bit.

He finally feels a little better than he has been feeling in a long time, so it's time to make something out of that somewhat rare occurrence.