Half a Sky Of Clouds

Chapter 7

                   

"Oh wow Louis, is this a friend of yours? Hello, my name is Johanna, but you can call me Jay. You want some tea? What is your favorite? I have-"

"Mom, he first needs to shower. Stop being so pathetic." Louis mocked and pointed at the stairs. "That way, I am sure you can find it yourself. Our house is small, but please don't visit the rooms of my sisters."

"Good, thank you Johanna for your hospitality." Harry said smiling and walked up the stairs. Louis' mother laughed sweet at him and then pulled Louis into the living room. From Harry's first expression, Johanna did not look like a disaster at all. He didn't really understand Louis' cold feelings towards her.

She looked much more warm and lovely than Louis, who was basically the complete opposite. He was cold, inanimate and especially insensible.. A bit blankly even maybe.

Louis was indeed right, the house was small. There were a few rooms, the extremely over decorated doors were probably the doors of his sisters. He heard noises, so he could guess they were already home and in their rooms.

In the corner, he found a lonely door. That must be the bathroom.

He opened the door. It smelled nice, really clean. A bit like toothpaste, and a cleaning product, but also a bit like lavender. He liked the flower's smell so much.

Louis house was really close to the park, that is probably why Louis brought him here. Harry's house was maybe a kilometer walking, and the bird poop dried really soon.

It was disgusting and hard to get out of your hair when it dried up.

Harry thought of maybe only doing his hair in the bathtub, but too bad there was only a shower in the bathroom. He undressed himself and turned the shower on. The water was cold, Harry felt it when his feet were touching it. He shrank back and shuddered. Then, two minutes later, he tried it again. The water was now the perfect temperature. He took a fast shower, and tried to get the white stuff out of his hair. It smelled gross, and it took a lot of time to wash it out. After ten minutes, he finally managed to take it out of his hair.

He stopped the shower and took a towel. He dried himself and put on his clothes again. When he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror. He tried to fix his hair, but it was wet and stuck onto his face.

Why was he caring anyways?

"You're done?" Johanna said friendly, with of course two cups of tea in her hand. Harry nodded kindly and sat down. Louis looked through a small window in the living room, next to the television.

Louis house was small, but it was cozy. It smelled clean, warm, maybe even a bit like tea.

Johanna gave Harry his cup of tea. Harry started stirring with a spoon, trying to get the sugar in it liquefying as soon as possible. It was still hot, Harry saw puffs of smoke coming from the cup. Louis got a different tea, his tea was lighter and more yellow. Harry got quite of a red one, he thought it was forest fruit or something.

Everybody liked that one, that was probably why.

"You never bring anybody home, Louis." Johanna said laughing. Harry noticed that she laughed, but yet something in her expression didn't seem quite right. "So, your name is Harry Styles? That's funny, your mother tunes our piano every year. Anne Styles, right?"

That's true, his mother tuned old pianos. Especially big pianos.

"Yes, that is my mother. She used to be a pianist, but she got overworked and when she got me and my sister she gave up her dream because practicing was too much work. Now she tunes them." Harry tried to drink his tea, but it was too hot. He burned his tongue.