Could you be any louder?

chapter 6

"Did you pick up your package?" Louis yawns, tiredly eyeing the big carton box in Harry's hands as he enters the kitchen, well over his usual coming-home-time.

Not that Louis keeps track of Harry's schedule, of course, but Harry's usually home earlier than Louis.

An eye roll followed by an "Isn't that obvious," makes that Louis teasingly grins in Harry's face as he stands up.

"Not really, no. Looks like you just went to Tesco to get me snacks.." His headache makes it a little hard to focus on Harry though, he squints a bit at him as he leans back against the counter.

"Please, go get fucking snacks yourself if you are so hungry. Besides that, we have food here." Harry grumbles, seemingly completely occupied with what's in the package.

Okay mom.

"No, we don't." Louis whines, trying to peek over Harry's shoulder into the box. "We ate everything because we're leaving in a week or so, remember?"

Harry quickly closes the box before turning around, an annoyed look on his face as he crossed his arms, "Stop being so fucking invasive, it's not for you. And also if you're hungry then just order a pizza or whatever. I don't want anything."

"Woah I- I just-" Louis stutters, taken aback by the venom in Harry's voice.

"No nothing 'you just', you're just way too fucking nosy." Harry sneers, "You should mind your business for once."

And okay yeah. he's right. But Louis doesn't love the fact Harry keeps pointing it out lately. He has been working on it but he feels like he's just being interested and maybe he just wants to know every detail of the life of people he's close with, know all about the things they do and love.

"I should, I'm sorry." Louis whispered. An unknown feeling pangs through his body as he immediately spins on his heels to disappear into his room again. The hungry feeling ebbing away with each step. Instead a pounding feeling flooding into his head.

As soon as he enters his room, he takes off the sweater Harry let him borrow and throws it on the floor. Fuck that sweater for smelling so much like Harry, that's the scent he really doesn't need right now.

Louis doesn't like to admit it but he feels hurt.

He hates admitting it actually, because he doesn't like to feel vulnerable. He is definitely the type of person who would throw an insult back at any given chance rather than to only just receive one.

That especially today of all days he feels like this, is not so much of a surprise. He's been having one of his episodes again, as his headaches are making its way into his life again.

Might've something to do with the stress he's stumbled upon lately though, as the doctor said.

If he's going to be honest, it's not been a lot of fun around here these past few weeks. Harry's had to finish a few assignments and Louis found out he can get quite a bit stressed, also that he likes to project his stress upon others.

And he found out that a stressed Harry is snappy, peeved and definitely not fun to be around.

Frowning he lays down on his bed. The colored lights of the late night traffic in the street playing on his ceiling.

Honestly, he was really looking forward to escaping his usual routine for a bit on that trip, but he's not so sure about it anymore. The thought of cancelling on Harry has now maybe crossed his mind two or three times. Or maybe four or five.

Fact is, he really doesn't want to be around someone who's going to be moody and hostile to him for the whole trip. He's a person who really takes on others vibes, which can be quite tiring and draining.