Can You Feel My Heart?

2: Again, Mr Styles?

 I am so sorry for being away. Like, omg I can't even explain. 

We got new carpet put down, and that fucked up the internet, and then the hot internet guy came and fixed it but we had no internet for AGES, so I'm so sorry!

forgive me! x

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Harry quite literally woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Usually, he wakes up on the right side because that's where his tall, slender frame curls up to keep warm. But no, this morning Harry woke up on the left side and came face to face with closet full of his clothes. Well, suits. 

"Louis!" Harry yelled, waiting for his best friend to come scurrying into the room, waiting for his only friend to come scurrying into his room.

"Yes, sir— I mean, Harry?" Louis stumbled into his room, wondering what could possibly be wrong.                     

"I plan to go shopping today. I need more... casual clothes. Please arrange a car for me." Harry told him, flipping the covers and walking to his bathroom, listening for Louis' response. 

"But... sir, won't people recognise you if you walk around a local shopping centre in a suit?" Louis answered, scurrying after Harry and picking up his discarded boxers to put into the wash.

"I suppose you're right. Louis, I need your clothes!" Harry called, climbing into the steamy shower, leaving Louis dumbstruck and wondering what the hell he will give to Harry to wear.

 Louis was shorter than Harry by a lot, and Harry was skinnier than Louis, a lot skinnier. Louis still walked to his bedroom that Harry ever so generously supplied, and grabbed his red pants and the longest shirt he owned, hoping that they would fit his master, his server, his best friend. 

"Louis? Do you have to clothes that I can borrow?" Harry called, wondering what he was even going to buy this afternoon. Harry really should be in work again today, but he's the boss, he doesn't have to come in if he doesn't have to.

"Here, I don't have any shoes, though." Louis apologised, handing over the clothes to Harry's tall frame, used to his nakedness that he loves to be in. 

"That's fine; I think that I have some canvass shoes in my wardrobe." Harry answered, dismissing Louis from his room after adding a quick, "Thanks, Louis."

"That's okay." 

Niall stretched and lifted his arms above his head, letting out a sigh and looking at the time. It's Tuesday today, he has no classes today. Niall showered, dressed, scrubbed at his face and then proceeded to his kitchen, turning on his television

 Niall could only gasp as Harry Style's face appeared on his screen, the news reporter talking about some story about him. Niall could only shake his head and continue to make his breakfast; toast and orange juice, then ate it in silence, nothing on but the television, the reporters annoying voice ringing throughout his tiny flat.

Niall decided— when he finished his breakfast—  that he was to go out and do the much needed grocery shopping. Maybe at the local mall, so that he can do some clothes shopping as well. Niall freshened himself up and grabbed his keys, rushing out the door and locking it after him. 

Niall pulled into Forest Hill Chase and parked on the bottom level, decided to take the stairs to get more exercise than the lift. Niall smiled at the old woman he passed when he got to the top of the stairs. Niall walked into the shopping centre, and headed straight for Coles, deciding that that was the best place to start. Get the groceries out of the way. Even though he would have to walk around with the bags during the rest of the time he decided to shop. Perhaps it wouldn't be that long, he thought.