Memories are never forgotten

Chapter 1

Sunday{Harry's POV}

I wake up to the sound of music coming from downstairs. I moan and fall out of bed. I get up and go downstairs, not worrying who is down there or where the music was coming from. Then I see Louis dancing while trying to make breakfast. He is my room mate in college. I couldnt help but to giggle at his laughing and the cooking. He was trying to fry bacon but the sizzle kept popping on him. 

"Need some help, there?" I said while leaning on the door way to the kitchen. Louis turn around quickly. I guess i starled him?

"No. I dont need NO help! Im a big kid." 

"Whatever you say, big guy." I walked in the kitchen to get some water. All I could hear is sizzle and Louis saying 'ow!' every 10 seconds.

"UGH! HARRY!" Louis yelled for me. I dont know why.

"Yes?! what!!" 

"COOK THIS GOD DAMN THING I CANT KEEP GETTING HURT!" He walked off to the living room.

I stayed back and finished cooking the bacon. It wasnt suppose to be crispy but it was.

"Here..." I gave him some.

"Thanks." He took some angrly. 

"Lou, dont be mad. Not everyone can cook! Who do you think did all the cooking in my house...before i came here? I did! My mom couldnt cook! Neither could my step-dad."

"Yeah yeah i guess you're right.." He ate the bacon slowly and spitted it back out.

"EW! Its burnt!!" 

"Because you took so damn long to cook it right."

He punched my shoulder gently.

Ive been only living with him in out room for about a month and i would already call him my best friend.

{Louis' POV}

Im trying to be quiet. I was making breakfast for Harry. He is my room mate in college. I play some music, hoping that i wouldnt wake him. I started to dance a little because the music makes me move to the groove. I had Ed Sheeran's A Team on.

"White lips, Pale Face, breathing in snowflakes..." Then all of a sudden i hear a deep,low voice coming from the door way.

"Need some help there?" Harry said. I jumped because he kind of scared me. I saw him smile at me.

"No. I need NO help! Im a big kid."

"Whatever you say, big guy." He walked in the kitchen to get a drink. I turned around to look at him and i wasnt looking away.

I cant be falling for him. I barely even know him! We are just room mates...ROOM...MATES.

"UGH!! HARRY!!" I yelled for him. the sizzle kept popping on me! It hurt.

"Yes?! What!!" 

"COOK THIS GOD DAMN THING! I KEEP GETTING HURT!" I walked into the living. I was mad that i couldnt cook. I saw him come out with the bacon done. It looked burnt and it was.

"EW! its burnt!"

"Because you took to damn long to cook it right."

And he was right about that.