White Sheets (Larry & LiLo)

Harry: Is There Somewhere // Halsey

• March 22, 2016 •

Harry stared out the window of his fifth story apartment, just watching the rain drip down the window from the grey London sky. He only lingered for a second, wondering about Louis and how he's handling his solo career. There's a knock at the door and a paper is slid into the apartment. He walks over to read it, "Eviction Notice". "Shit," Harry thought to himself "I'm broke." He grabs the phone on the wall and dials an old friend, it rings four times and then he picks up.

"Yo, new phone, who dis?"

"It's Harry, you ass."

"Yeah I know, I'm just messing with you."

"Zayn, this is serious, I need help."

"With what?" Zayn says, suddenly curious.

"I got an eviction notice from my landlord and he says this flat is already leased out to a family from Brighton." Harry replies unsteadily, "Please, I need a place to stay. I've gotta be out by the 30th."

"Aight, drop by here and you can sleep on the pullout couch until we find a place for you to stay."

Zayn hung up and Harry went to the closet and grabbed a duffle bag and a small suitcase. He ripped open his dresser drawers and flung all of his clothes into the suitcase. He opened up the closet and grabbed his shoes and put them in the duffle bag. He grabbed everything, but left the furniture.

He hailed a cab on the wet streets and climbed in with his umbrella.

"Where to." The driver almost yelled.

"Brighton, please." Harry responded almost zoning out.

"That's a bit far, eh lad?"

"Yeah, I know just- please, I need to meet a friend." The cab pulled away from the curb and headed towards Brighton. Harry was completely lost in thought. He was thinking about Louis. How was he? What was he doing? Was he still with Liam? Probably. The thoughts consumed Harry and made him angry and want to hurl. He put in his earphones and tried to veer away from the topic but everything seemed to come back to Louis.

• • •

As the cab finally reached Brighton, it pulled up outside of a small cafe next to the pier. Harry got out and pulled his things out of the trunk.

"No, no. I got it." He said as the driver tried to help him with his bags.

He hobbled around the city looking for the address Zayn gave him. 714 Rose Avenue. He finally found the address and knocked on the door. He heard loud running foot steps probably from stairs. The door flung open.

"HAROLD!" Zayn squealed.

Harry dropped his bags and ran to hug his old friend.

"Come in, come in," Zayn gestured up the stairs "give me your bags, I'll take them to the living room." Harry handed over his bags and went upstairs. He looked around at the paintings hung on the white walls. They were abstract and only used black white and grey paints. All they were were paint splatters on a canvas but they were somehow calming to Harry in a time of stress for him. The townhouse smelled like freshly baked raspberry scones and blueberry muffins. "I've just been doing some baking. Help yourself, lad." Harry stuffed his face with the food

"Zayn, this is amazing." Harry mumbled with his mouth full.

"Haha. Thanks." Zayn said awkwardly. "So I'm having this party Friday night so you'll either have to party with us or find another place to sleep."

"Hell yes I am a party animal, if you don't remember." Harry said enthusiastically.

"You always fell asleep before 10:00, Harry."

"Well I was fun until I fell asleep."

"Fair."

"So who's coming?" Harry asked.

"Oh just some friends. You know, Perrie and the girls, Niall-"

"So you two are friends again."

"I mean- yeah. We're kinda awkward but yeah." Zayn shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

"Who else?"

"Eh... a bunch of other people you probably don't know." Zayn said.

"I'll be there."

Louis and Liam were coming too.