Harry sat down on the dining room table, looking at all the empty seats surrounding him. Originally, he had gotten this table to fit ten people, five for the boys and five for extra people on the holidays. Now, there was no one. His mom and sister were angry at him as well because they had talked to Louis and his family. They knew what was going on, so now he had no one.
Well, he didn't have no one. He still had his friends like Nick and them, but they would never replace his four best mates. No one could or would. But, now that he thought about it, he was getting them back. Niall was already on his side, Liam didn't seem to take a side; he was neutral, but Zayn... Zayn was different. They used to get along great because Zayn knew that Harry was gay from the start, so he concluded that Harry couldn't steal any girls away from him.
Harry shoved a spoon-full of Lucky Charms in his mouth. The doorbell rang.
Great, Harry thought. He stood and went to the door in only his boxer-briefs. He unlocked the door and opened the screen door as well.
"What the fuck? I texted you an hour ago telling you I was on my way!" Louis screamed. He groaned and pushed passed Harry. As he stepped inside, he noticed Harry's almost nakedness and gulped. He shook his head and walked towards the kitchen.
"Um, good morning to you too. I didn't get your text." Harry said, stretching his arms above his head and yawning.
Louis pulled the refridgerator open and grabbed the milk and Lucky Charms. He remembered where the bowls were and started to build his breakfast. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get ready! We have a reservation at two."
"Okay! Alright. Gosh, let a man wake up." Harry said, holding his arms up in mock surrender. He picked up his robe and walked towards the stairs.
Louis sat down on the table. He as well could feel the emptiness this house exerted. He shook his head. This was a bad start. Not only had he just walked past Harry and into his house like they were best friends again, he went and snooped through his kitchen and got whatever the hell he felt like. Louis slapped his hand to his forehead. So stupid! Get a grip, you guys aren't friends, you're only pretending to be, he said to himself. He took one last bite and then put the bowl by the sink. Harry could wash it later.
He roamed around the house, Looking at new and old things. There were still pictures of the boys from five years ago, pictures of Harry's family, and there was still a picture of all the boys family's taking a group photo. They were all placed perfectly on the fireplace so that they would be seen by anyone who walked in.
Harry had always liked photographing everything and anything. It used to piss Louis off, but now it seemed like Harry got to keep memories that Louis didn't. Louis recalled that most pictures Harry had taken were of him, but he had probably burned those. Louis sighed. It was hard to be mean to someone that you had loved for so many years. It was also hard to be mad at that person when you didn't know their true reasons for leaving.
Louis heard the shower start upstairs and he decided to walk up there and inspect some more. He opened door after door, but they were all the same old boring bedrooms, or bathrooms, or computer room, or filled with boxes, or the gym room. Finally, Louis opened the last door and walked in. It was super bright with windows on three walls. Louis could the backyard pool and field, he could see the neighbors house and the front yard. Louis turned to inspect the room.
It was a room used for developing pictures. Louis looked around, peaking through boxes. He found pictures of Nick Grimshaw, recent pictures of Niall, and old 1D pictures. Louis sighed. He was a little disappointed when he didn't find photos of himself, but it didn't matter. Everything that was, was over.
