Against One's Wishes

Chapter 4

"It's really not much," Harry starts as he's opening his apartment door, "but it's mine."

Louis walks in first, glancing around the small, yet comfortable apartment; the kitchen is directly to the left with the living area in the front. Louis sees the bathroom on the right and then, on the left of the living room is what he guesses to be Harry's room.

The walls are covered in all different sorts of art pieces that show vibrant, bright color schemes, giving the whole entire apartment itself the feeling of being alive.

"Thanks for keeping this safe, by the way," Harry smirks at Louis and holds up the suitcase before he's heading into the bedroom.

"No problem," Louis replies while he's glancing out the living room window, "I figured you forgot it."

"I did," Harry calls back, "had a bit of a hangover this morning."

"Really?" Louis laughs and makes his way to the doorway of Harry's room, glancing around at the mess, "Jesus, do you clean?"

Harry is sitting the suitcase down in his closet before he's glancing back at Louis, "does the rest of the place look like this?"

"Well, no..."

"Then, yes, I do clean," Harry smiles, "just... not my room a lot of the time."

Louis nods, his eyes falling on the unmade bed, seeing a bottle of champagne on one bedside table and 2 glasses on the other. He licks his lips, wondering what the hell Harry does in his free time.

"Nice bottle of champagne there," Louis decides to point out.

Harry looks over at it before he's picking up the glasses and smiling, "yeah... uh, I had company."

"What kind of company?" Louis smirks and watches Harry going to the kitchen to place the glasses in the sink.

"Just... company," Harry replies and winks at Louis.

"What... what exactly do you do with this company of yours?" Louis bravely asks.

Harry's grinning down as he begins washing the glasses slowly, "I like to call it entertaining."

"Was last night the definition of entertaining?" Louis speaks up, his eyes not leaving Harry's face.

Harry doesn't look back at him, "yeah... suppose so... although, last night was more than entertaining."

Louis bites his lip when Harry finally decides to look back at him.

"Just like you enjoy my company, I enjoy yours," Harry nearly whispers out.

"Do you... do you just sleep with different guys or something?" Louis finds himself asking, the question burning to release... he's wondered it since he saw Harry in the restaurant.

"Why?" Harry asks slowly, "would you be offended by that or something? Would you think I was terrible?"

"I didn't say that," Louis starts, "I just wanted to know, that's all... I mean, you didn't hesitate with me..."

Harry stares at him for a long pause before he decides to answer, "and you didn't hesitate to let me either, Lou."

Louis licks his lips and looks away while Harry rinses the glasses and places them next to the sink to dry.

Then, Harry's walking to his room, Louis' eyes following him. Harry quickly pulls open his bedside table and takes out a small cigar case.

Louis stands in the doorway watching him taking out a joint and then opening the bedroom window.