SPACES [Editing]

West Wing

Songs of the chapter:
- Lost by Kris Allen
- Give Myself To You by Train
- Beneath Your Beautiful by Labrinth

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Louis Tomlinson

I couldn't find the words to describe exactly how I was feeling when I first walked into Harry's house. It's a feeling I can't quite place-- which kinda falls somewhere between unsettling and comfortable; and I know that doesn't make sense, which is why I'm so confused.

It feels familiar, like I couldn't feel more at home, but it's just strange how I couldn't remember that I actually lived in this house. It wasn't something anyone could ever forget. Not to mention the fact that I lived here with Harry.

Harry, who, apparently, has a penchant for all things elegant and beautiful. I noticed this as soon as I entered his house. Things don't even have to be expensive for him to like them, but it was like you can find something appealing in every corner. You see something interesting with every turn and it wasn't that difficult to digest that he would live in a house like this.

It says a lot about the person that he is. How closely the pieces of furniture were placed and how the light enters from every possible direction, how some things are just so broken but they probably hold so much meaning in them and how well-kept everything is.

"You ready?" He was halfway down the stairs, still wearing my shirt. He looks perfect with how it's hugging him in the right places while he's ruffling his curls. He looks a bit less flushed than he was earlier, but he looks flawless just the same. It's probably just the lighting of the room, he must've made it to have this effect on him, because he looks as pristine as ever.

I can't help but think about how much this boy needs an actual crown on his head.

I hate how I'm thinking this way-- like I'm seeing him in a new light. It's like getting to know him for the first time ever. I tried looking for explanations for this. He's probably happier now but I couldn't point out the exact reason why.

"Lou. The house tour?" He waved his large hands in front of my face.

"Yeah. The house tour. Um, you can keep that shirt if you want. It looks good on you." I told him, even though I know he could afford to buy if he wanted one.

"Then this, is officially my new favorite shirt." He rubbed the sleeves like it's the most precious thing ever.

I tried not to ogle at how adorable he looks so I chose not to stare at him instead. Which isn't working, because I actually liked watching him talk and I just asked for a house tour, which only means that I really have to deliberately give him my attention.

"Let's get started, shall we?" I said, walking ahead of him, trying not to look at him too much. He followed me to the kitchen and sat at the counters as I went and looked around.

"We do most of the cooking here," he pointed at the electric stove before bending down to open the drawers that he can reach. "This is where you can find all the cooking equipment. The utensils are on the other side, and Niall's gonna fill up the fridge and the cupboards in a little while."