And Then A Bit

Chapter 2

CHAPTER II:

It's twelve o'clock the next day, when Louis finds himself knocking on Harry's door. They haven't actually chosen a time to meet, but Louis was bored at home, and figured that he might as well head over to Harry's (that calling Harry and letting him know he was coming might have been a good idea only occurred to him now that he is standing on Harry's threshold). He doesn't have to wait long before he hears the tell-tale click signalling that Harry is unlocking the door on the other side and mere seconds later it opens, revealing a slightly disgruntled looking Harry. His curls are tucked under a black beanie, and he is wearing a pair of trackies and a long-sleeved, grey oversized shirt, which hangs loosely on his fit frame, hiding Harry's toned torso – which, in all honesty, is probably in Louis' best interest.

"Louis?" Harry's surprised exclamation pulls Louis back to reality, and he refocuses his eyes on Harry's face. For a second Louis is worried that Harry will be annoyed that he's come unannounced, but that thought is quickly binned as he sees the pleased smile Harry's lips are curling into, dimples deepening as it widens.

"You're here early."

Louis shrugs. "Sorry, mate, I was bored and had nothing to do, figured I might as well head over. Probably should have called though, eh?"

Harry shakes his head quickly. "No, no, Lou. You can come anytime you want, you never have to call, you know that. Come on in."

Louis smiles at Harry's words as the younger man opens the door wider and steps aside, allowing Louis entrance to his house.

"Management called this morning," Harry says as they make their way to his living room. "Said they'd tried you, but couldn't reach you. I tried calling as well, but it went straight to voicemail. I think they thought you were ignoring them again."

"Hmm," Louis says, as he stuffs his hands in his pocket, pulling out his phone. "I haven't heard anything," he continues as he pushes the homebutton on his iPhone, waiting for it to light up. "Ah," he says as the black screen continues to glare at him, "must've run out of battery this morning, I didn't even notice. What did they want?"

"Just to confirm the details about today. We're supposed to enter Tescos at four o'clock, and then spend like 45 minutes shopping and then the pap will follow us some of the way home."

"Right," Louis nods, "well that gives us plenty of time, doesn't it? What to do, young Harold?"

Harry shrugs. "I don't know. You hungry? I was just about to make a sandwich, and then maybe we could play FIFA or something."

Louis grins in response. "Sounds like a perfect day, babe. I'm starving, and you do make a mean turkey sandwich."

"No pickles but extra mustard, right?" Harry questions over his shoulders, as they change course and walk into Harry's spacious kitchen.

"You know me so well." Louis says, his voice carrying a teasing edge that he is sure is making Harry roll his eyes, even though he can't see it, as Harry's back is to him.

"Better than anyone," Harry banters back, and, really, if Louis is completely honest, that's probably very, very true.

"Don't think you should say that to my mother, mate."

Harry laughs, and looks over his shoulder at Louis, throwing him a cheeky wink. "Jay and I have an understanding."

"Is that so?" Louis questions, smiling.

"Mhm-hmm" Harry confirms, turning his attention back to his fridge, getting out the ingredients for their sandwiches.

"So," Louis jumps onto Harry's kitchen island, seating himself next to where Harry has started to prepare their meal, "ready for our supermarket-rendezvous?"