incurables // h.s & l.t

three

harry

I woke up to feel something by my side, warmth. Not being used to it, I immediately jumped out of bed pushing whatever was beside me to the other side of the bed, earning a groan from it. When I finally focused my eyes on what it was I noticed it was a human. Louis.

"What the hell?!" He tiredly groaned towards me.

"You scared me, I'm not used to waking up with another person beside me." I stated with a matter of factly tone.

"Whatever." He groaned and turned onto his other side. I rolled my eyes at him and turned towards my door, opening it and heading towards the kitchen to make something.

When I reached the kitchen I grabbed one of the cans of fruit and opened it with the can opener in the drawer. I started pouring it in my mouth when a creak came from the hallway. I stood there frozen before carefully putting the can back on the counter and grabbing a small pocket knife I keep in my pocket. I slowly creeped towards the hallway, knife in hand in case something attacks me. Right when I go to turn around the corner out comes Louis and I have to hold myself back from jumping him.

"What is it with you and trying to hurt me this morning?" He asked with wide eyes once he sees the knife in my hand.

"Well maybe you should make it more prominent that you're a human that won't hurt me. I'm sorry that we live in a world full of things that kill you with one single bite and that I'm paranoid and just want to stay alive. God." I sighed frustrated with him.

"Well it's not my fault that you haven't made contact with any human for months. Next time don't almost push me off the bed." He sassed me.

"There won't be a next time because you'll be sleeping on the couch or in another room." I said towering over her. His only response was a roll of his eyes.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry looking for something to eat, while I put the pocket knife back into my pocket and walked over to my canned fruits that I placed on the counter. He then turned to me asking for the can opener and I turned around to grab it and give it to him.

"You want to play a game?" He asked in a cheerful tone.

"No." I responded flatly.

"Okay we'll play twenty questions." He continued.

"But I sa-" I tried to say but was cut off by him.

"I'll go first, where are you from?" He asked simply.

"Holmes Chapel." I said slowly while squinting my eyes at him.

"Hmm, you're far from home." He said with a lazy grin on his face.

"And where you from mister" I teased in a monotone voice, it seems like that's the only way I can talk now. He just glared at me then rolled his eyes.

"Portland, Oregon." He said proudly.

"You're far from home mister." I teased again.

"I came here before everything broke out, I've always wanted to travel the world and I came to the U.K." He explained his being here, not that I actually cared.

"Okay my turn, what is or was your favorite thing to do?" He asked me.

"Sing and write." I said and smiled, while looking down. I actually smiled. I looked at Louis and his eyes were wide.

"Oh my god, he actually smiled." He whispered to himself but since it's so quiet in the house I heard. The smile immediately dropped from my face.