Captive. (ls)

15. Home •

**The photos above are the apartment mentioned later on ^^

This chapter is dedicated to @larryhasnocontrol ! Thanks for being a lovely reader, and for helping make this story a reality. xx

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Louis' POV

I swiped my credit card down the machine and tapped in the pin before glancing up towards the receptionist. It was the same one as before, and neither of us spoke a word other than what was necessary for me to complete the payment for the last five nights.

Harry had insisted, quite arguably, that we stay in this crappy hotel until we found ourselves a place to live.

God that sounds funny to even think.

I turned on my heels and walked towards where Harry was leant up against the hotel doorframe; patiently waiting for me with his little SnapBack on. Well, technically it was mine, but he's been claiming it the past few days.

"Ready?" He hummed, self-consciously tugging at the sleeves of his shirt while I nodded and opened the door for him.

"After you, Mr. Styles."

He beamed playfully towards me with those big, innocent eyes and laughed, hip checking me before we set off down the bustling streets of downtown London. There were tourists snapping pictures everywhere, people who were commuting to their daily jobs, and others that were using the space to get to some destination that was unknown to anyone else other than themselves. I didn't know exactly what category Harry and I fell under, but it didn't really matter as long as he was beside me.

"So, Hyde Park area is where we're going first," he interrupted my thoughts, looking up towards the boy who's curls had grown unruly over the past week, "There's supposed to be an open house there. That's what you told me yesterday anyways, so I wrote it down."

I hummed and glanced down towards where his hand brushed against the top of my thigh as we walked, gently entangling my fingers with his own.

He looked at our hands and smiled shyly at the gesture but kept his mouth shut. We both boarded the tube and jostled around a bit during the fifteen minute journey towards Hyde Park.

After a while of wandering around the unfamiliar streets, Harry jumped and pointed towards a large building with a flat brick face, "That's it!" He squealed, clutching our fingers tighter as he raced forward with me in tow.

He hesitantly opened the front door and his eyes sparkled in wonder as he took in the sight.

The lobby area was huge, filled with black and white decor. There was a plush couch by the wall, and a diamond chandelier hanging from the insanely tall ceilings. There was no doubt in my mind that this home was way more space than just the two of us needed, and my thoughts were confirmed when Harry announced that there were seven bedrooms.

"Harry, I know you love the looks of this, but do we really need seven rooms?" I murmured quietly, following him into the kitchen that was decorated with dark cupboards and granite counter tops, "The square footage in this house must be insane. It'd take hours to clean."

I watched as his face contorted into slight disappointment and his brows furrowed slightly, still gazing around the beautiful room. He huffed and pulled my phone out of his pocket, which I had allowed him to steal far more often than I intended to allow him to, to look at the next listing we could go see.

"I guess not. I mean, the rent is thirty-five thousand pounds-"

My mouth dropped open some while walking over to peer onto the little screen that has captured his attention, "Per month?"