your touch my comfort

Chapter 7

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❝ We can't really change
any stuff that matters. ❞
—Amy Zhang

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Harry's POV

His friends starts arriving before I even wake up and have the chance to eat breakfast, they are very loud downstairs, I'm hearing laughter and things being thrown around, I'm fully awake now and pacing back and forth in this room, I'm hungry. But I can't find the guts to go downstairs and interact with a bunch of loud and posh people. So I do the only thing that I should've done since I get up.

I knock at Niall's door. "What?" I hear him ask loudly enough for me to hear behind his door.

"It's Harry, let me in." I say, he opens the door rubbing his eyes, I must disturb him from his sleep.

"What do you want?" I enter his room and flop down on the sofa.

"I'm hungry." I states, he tucks his self under the duvet to continue his slumber, I roll my eyes.

"There's a food in the kitchen."

"There's a lot of people downstairs." I mumble

"You sound like a child Harry." he mumbles too

"Go downstairs and eat, Louis wouldn't mind."

"Just let me sleep in peace."

"It's already 12 in the afternoon, Niall." He's been sleeping for like 13 hours straight.

"And? I need a lot of sleep before I hit the beach" I groaned and throw a cushion on his face.

"Lock the door"

I almost slammed Niall's door behind me, but I don't, because It's not really his door to begin with. I saunter out from Niall's roam around the second floor, the walls are all white the ceilings are too there are chandeliers in every room, few paintings hang on the wall in the hallways, I'm still waiting to see a Family portrait of the Tomlinson's hanging somewhere, but I've seen every painting on every hallway in this house and there's none, not even a baby picture of Louis. I frowned. Our house back in Holmes Chapel was filled with me and my sister's pictures growing up, it's everywhere, really.

Then my mind wanders to Louis' whereabouts, he never checked on me and Niall, we're guests, and I'm assuming that maybe he should ask if we're not dying under his roof, or if we have eaten, or if we were comfortable enough? I don't know, I just wanted to see him and I guess that maybe we can take a nap together? His head on my lap or the other way around? Or maybe we can cuddle and I'll be the little spoon, though he's so small and soft, I sound pathetic now.

"There you are!" I turn my head to see Zayn. He's walking towards me, I was currently standing in the middle of a library just admiring the stacks of books that's neatly arranged on the shelves, I love reading and this corner would be a bliss if the books were of novels or at least fictions but it was all dictionaries with different volumes and magazines.

"Does anyone uses this room?" I ask Zayn

"Yeah, Louis often passed out in here during parties" I nod my head, how often does Louis throws a party in here though? I shouldn't mind, but I always want to know more about Louis so I ask again.

"Who are those people downstairs?"

"They are Louis' friends, they just invite themselves over whenever they know Louis was here, I don't like them, they are full bullshits."