The Summer '09 (boy x boy)

(Chapter 13) - Strange

Note: So, like I donno.. I wanted to upload this like a little earlier within the day, but turned out longer cause my stupid screen protecter is being such a pain with all the air bubbles. Can't say I regret the slight Narry that you will about to se-- (read) about. Again, sorry this took so long, just didn't know how to start it exactly so I gladly hope this chapter was worth the wait :)) x

~Cam xxox

Harry

"So, um yeah.. This is my-- our home I guess."

Louis stares blankly inside for a few brief moments, eyes flickering over each corner from where he stood and staring back at me as if he was trying to communicate somehow, head tilting to the inside then back to its original place. I frowned, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"May I come inside Master?" He asks, one hand on the threshold and the other at his hip, a slight tapping from his spot as he awaited for my answer.

I snorted, totally prepared to respond, but Niall beats me to it. "Uh.. Yeah, that's why he opened the door for." Niall snaps, pushing alongside us and entering, kicking his white supra shoes off to the side with a loud groan, beaconing the boy over irritably, his own luggage tugged to his right and my duffel bag (which I insisted on carrying but was turned down by him, choosing to go ahead of me as we got on a cab on our way home) on his left shoulder, hanging limply as Niall slid it carefully by the laundry room, wrinkling his nose as he starts peeling off each article of clothing from each luggage, plugging his nose in disgust.

"Ew Haz, how long have you been wearing this jumper? It smells horrid." Niall complains with a frown, staring at me questioningly, eyes completely begging for an answer as the rancid smell wafted over to my side, making me cringe slightly by its potent scent of smelly socks and months old cheese, a slight hint of unmentionables from when I was lonely and needed some 'private' time while Niall was away from work on the weekends and.. well I guess you can guess from there.

"Problytwoweeks." I murmured, trying to hide the embarrassment in my tone, the blush that coated my cheeks.

Niall cringed, obviously hearing the sentence correctly and nodding in my direction and cussing a bunch of curses that wasn't directed at me, but at the prominent blotchy white stain on its left chest.

I could feel Louis' gaze burn through me, and I met his gaze, only to have his head shake as soon as he saw my staring and headed in. I would say that didn't stung, but who am I to lie about such things anyways? I mean, Louis was usually honest about these things, but seeing as he wasn't himself when he 'awoke' I can't really say much about the whole predicament at the moment, so I shrugged it off like it was nothing and went in, pulling off my converse a little slower than usual and removed the hole-covered sock I wore and cringing as I handed it to Niall.

He wrinkles his nose, choking on its scent just a little bit, but surprisingly, keeping his thoughts to himself and plastering a small grimace my way, before hauling the dirty laundry and loading them all in different washing machines to separate the whites from the coloured and pouring detergent at each one, turning the crank to hot-cold to where my jumper was and cold-cold for the rest of the clothing and setting both of them to at least 45 minutes for a thorough wash it so desperately needed.

"So I'm going to take a shower." Niall announces, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Didn't need to ask me Ni, just go ahead and get started." I chuckle, pulling him into the bathroom, before he stops right in front of the door and turning to me.

"I'm asking because I reckon you would fancy a twosies for today, yeah?" He prods, eyebrows fluttering suggestively as he squeezes my side and winking at me as if it was his only attempt to flirt without actually being all that direct about it.