Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Louis POV

The girl's hand sticks out, but I just freeze in front of her. Her deep brown hair is pulled up into a pony tail and I immediately think of Eleanor until the girl lifts her face. Her eyes are brown, like hers, but she looks nothing like her with her face lifted. I ignore her hand and start walking up the stairs. Harry calls me. I whip around, wave at the girl, and continue my journey. It's been almost three years since I lived here, but I still remember where it is. So was that girl our neighbor across the hall or straight down? I shrug off the thought and begin looking under the mat for the flat key. A blonde girl leaves the apartment across the way and meets my eyes.

"Who are you?" She asks worriedly.

"Louis. Do you know where he hides the key?" I ask her and she looks a bit paranoid.

"Are you trying to break into his place? If so, I will call the police." She says and I look for Harry.

"No, I'm moving back in for awhile." I say and she looks skeptical.

"Oh! You're his band mate Louis. You are the one who used to live with him, right?" She asks and I nod.

"Where's Harry? Shouldn't he be helping you move in?" She asks.

"He's down the hall talking to some girl named Phoebe." I say.

"She's my roommate." The girl says.

"I'm Rebecca." She says after I don't say anything.

"Where's all of your stuff if you're moving in?" She asks.

"I have a bag in his car, but I just want to see the place before I decide if I should move in again." I tell her.

"Alright, well I have to go to work. I'm sure Harry will be up soon. Bye." She says and leaves me leaning against the door frame.

"Harry your new roommate is trying to break in." I hear her voice on the stairs and his chuckle.

"Then I guess I'll see you later Rebecca so I can let the grumpy old man in." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Took you long enough flirting with those two girls." I say and he sighs.

"I wasn't flirting with either of them. I know them pretty well. They've lived here for about a year or so now. They moved in and started living here when that loser Mike left." He says recalling our old neighbor.

"Mike is better than two girls." I say.

"Those two girls are much better than Mike. They know all the hot spots and quiet places. Mike was an idiot." He says and pulls his keys out of his pants pocket.

"You need new jeans." I say looking at the tears at his knees and he laughs.

"Go get your bag." He says and I groan.

"I want to see the place." I explain.

"Nothing has changed. Your room is just a guest bedroom." He says.

"You really don't change, do you?" I say and he shakes his head.

"Fine. I'll get your suitcase. Let yourself in." Harry says and goes down the hall. The key rests in my hand and I slowly bring it to the door. It opens and I look around. He was serious. Nothing has changed besides a new TV and several new pictures placed around. I head to my old room and push the door open. I remember it sticking sometimes, so I give it a small shove and it pops open. This is 19 year old Louis' room. My blue comforter with the red stripe at the top is left with two pillows. The dresser is in the same spot, as well as my old TV.

"You really did leave it." I say, hearing him walk through the door.

"Yeah. It is your room after all. After you moved, I figured you were going to get your comforter and stuff. The only change is a new bed and new pillows. I bought a new comforter, but I figured you'd want your old one on the bed. If not, the new one is in the closet." He says.