THE SONG OF JULIET ROSE AND LOVEBIRDS (l.s)

chapter 4

It's been a few days since the American boy started occupying Louis' house. However, as much as Louis wanted to make Harry turn out to be the noisy weird guy he thought he is going to be, Harry was the quietest, invisible guest that never ran into the landlords, unless he absolutely had to. Louis could count it on one hand how many times he encountered Harry during his first week stay.

Harry usually went to get his groceries when Louis was cooking for his father and himself, and cooked when Louis was busy around the house. Harry spent is days either out of the house by the lake -or at least that's where Louis thought Harry disappeared to-, and when it was late enough that Louis was getting ready to sleep, their guest spent his time on the window seat with a small lamp and Mayo by his feet. Louis thought the guy is still not fully recovered from the jet lag and that's why he doesn't hear about him until later afternoon.

Louis also noticed how that man carried a journal all the time, and how he randomly scrabbled in it at night. Not that Louis is watching that guy like a weirdo. He just noticed.

He also noticed the journal was pretty thick and bound by a brown leather. Louis did remember Harry said he is a journalist, that is probably what it is.

The weather has been really nice lately, and everything was pretty much done around the house, so now he is spending his time with just a small gardening, harvesting and planning to make a little flower garden around the pond. He did order couple of flowers from the internet and they are set to be delivered in the next couple of days.

When Louis is finished of taking care of the house and its garden, he usually hangs out with his horse. He went to his little meadow almost everyday, too.

'Son, could you maybe go to the village sometime and get me caramels? I don't have any,' Louis heard behind his back while he was crouching down and pulling weeds off of the dirt under the tomatoes, 'the land looks beautiful. As if your mother did it herself.'

Louis felt warmness spreading through his veins, that is the highest compliment he could've ever received, 'Thanks, dad. I really tried,' he said and then frowned, 'wait, didn't you get a whole pack of caramels from Harry last week? Where are those?'

'Nonexistent,' James laughed, looking around the garden as if he was trying to take in all those colours and nature life that Louis nursed since early spring days.

'Lost cause, you are. Okay, I will take Juliet and go get caramels. I need cheese for tomorrow as well,' Louis sighed and stood up. He walked to the garden sink near the barn to wash his hands from the dirt, while his father followed him to check on the animals.

'Do you think we should sell some of our horses and cows?'

'Why?' Louis asked.

'I was just thinking lately, and you won't have to do all of the things you are doing if we sell them. You have a lot of work on this land.'

'And I like it that way, dad. Don't worry about me. I'm fine,' Louis smiled and patted his father's arm. Just as he was about to get Juliet, Harry entered the garden through the garden door. He looked deep in thought, his head deep into his journal that he clung open in his ever so big hands, 'Ah, hey Mister Americana, you need anything from the village? I'm just about to go.'

Louis shouted loud enough to startle the poor man. The confusion was written all over Harry's face, until he replied, 'Sorry?'

Louis was about to roll eyes, but simply didn't, 'Need something from the shop?'

'Oh, actually. Actually...' Louis felt like it was a whole lifetime until Harry spoke up his thought, 'Could I join?'

Louis felt taken aback. The guy who basically avoided him a whole week now wanted to join him for shopping? 'I mean... Sure. But I'm taking Juliet with me. Will you be able to keep up?'