Oblivion [H.S.]

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After Louis' outburst, he had droven Harry straight home, not stopping even to breathe while talking about how vicious and poshy his aunt Katherine was, and how much he despised her. Harry had been quiet for most of the ride, sometimes telling him to calm down and that it wasn't so important, but of course Louis was stubborn as always and didn't listen to Harry. When he dropped him off, he apologized so many times and sounded so sorry that Harry had said he could stay over for the night because he knew that when he went home, he would just feel guilty and hit his head in the wall several times until he practically blead.

Louis was the first to wake up for once, and he looked at the time. It was 10:34 am. It was Sunday, so they didn't have work to go to. Louis thought he would try Harry's way, and wake up early for a change to see how that felt. He wiped the sleep off of his eyes and stretched his arms, letting out a loud yawn. The curtains in Harry's room were open like they always were, and the sun lit up the room, not being bothered by any clouds. Putting on his robe that he had at Harry's place, he went out of his bedroom and into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and doing the usual morning routine of his.

His mind instantly went to a certain thought: coffee. Louis wasn't used to making his own coffee and breakfast, he usually got it on his bed every morning, so that should be interesting. Not really knowing what to do, he pulled out the coffee maker and put the coffee filter in that was supposed to go in there, he figured, since it had kind of the same shape. The coffee itself wasn't hard to find, standing just above the coffee maker in a cabinet. He put four spoons of coffee in it, and six parts with water where the water was supposed to be. Just to add a little extra, he added some nutmeg, powdered milk and cinnamon to the coffee powder, and pressed the 'on' button. It made a noise, then the coffee poured down into the coffee pot.

"Early bird today, huh?" Harry's graspy voice said and approached Louis in his plain white t-shirt and boxers.

Louis chuckled. "Yeah, I don't know. I kind of felt like it today."

Harry sat down on the kitchen island of his, furrowing his eyebrows. "Since when did you make your own coffee?"

"Since my butler wasn't here," Louis said and sighed, missing the scrambled eggs with bacon next to it and the perfect made coffee with whipped cream on top, the perfection in Mrs. Pattington's cooking filling Louis' bedroom with the loveliest smells you could imagine. It made his stomach grumble. "I'll leave you with the cooking, though."

Harry chuckled and shook his head, going over to the cabinet and picking out a bowl and some cereal. Louis' eyebrows furrowed.

"Cereal? Where the hell are all the delicious eggs and shit you're usually making?" He said, disappointed because he was looking forward to Harry's cooking. It was exceptional.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know. I kind of felt like it today," he said, repeating what Louis had said earlier.

Louis groaned and rolled his eyes, receiving laughter from Harry. He noticed that the coffee was done.

"Ah!" He said in excitement, looking forward to tasting his homemade coffee for the first time. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to try, it was just that he hadn't really had the opportunity. Mrs. Pattington always made it for him every morning, and he never really crashed at Harry's anymore, only when they were younger, and they didn't drink coffee then.

The lovely sound of coffee being poured into a mug filled Harry's ears, and he was actually quite excited to taste this, probably horrible, coffee of his. He had never tasted Louis' coffee because he had never made it before. It was a simple answer. Rich people had things made for them. Simple as that. Nevertheless, Harry enjoyed watching Louis try all the things he had never tried before, although Louis did all of the things perfect and even better than Harry. It plagued Harry that a boy who had never done it before did it better than him who had done it for years.