Honey, is that you?" His mum called while doing the dishes, facing away from the two boys. Louis looked at him funny and he rolled his eyes.
"Yes mum?" He asked in a nasally voice.
"Why are you talking like that?" She asked. He walked up beside her and leaned on the counter and shrugged. She rolled her eyes and continued. "Anyway, Robin can't make it tonight, apparently they are having bad weather in the northern east coast so all flights have been delayed, but your sister should be here soon and she has a surprise for you an- Oh, who is this?" Anne asked Harry as she turned around to see the punk jock.
"Mum, this is Louis. L-Louis this is my mom." Harry said stuttering which both his mum and Louis noticed.
"Nice to meet you ma'am." Louis said shaking her hand. Harry rolled his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time in the last hour. He's acting so nice and kind, nothing like he actually is.
"Please, call me Anne. Haz, why haven't I met him before?"
"We're partners on a project, we'll be in my music room okay?" he said and tugged Louis before she could answer. He let go of Louis hand when the reached the top of the steps. They walked silently into a room that was filled with instruments he didn't know existed. Harry walked in and sat down on a stool and motioned for him to sit.
"Why does she call you Haz? That doesn't even sound close to Marcel." Louis said.
"Nickname, she gave me a lot of people used to call me that." Harry said in his nasally voice. He decided he would talk to Louis like this until he figures out it isn't his name.
"Don't use that damn voice it's annoying as fuck."
"My house, my music room, my voice." Harry stated and sat down at the piano.
"Can you even sing? I know you won't be able to in that voice, you probably can't sing at all." Louis stated, but Harry stayed silent. He knew the silence he gave Louis got to him and drove him insane. "God dammit answer me!" Louis almost yelled.
"Louis please calm down and sit down or you can get out of my house and we'll never get it done." Harry stated quietly. Louis huffed, but sat down, taking the guitar that was sitting beside the chair.
"Do you want to do the lyrics or music first?"
"Lyrics." Louis stated. Harry threw him a notebook and they got to work. After a half an hour later Harry spoke up.
“S-So what have y-you written so f-far?” Harry stuttered. Louis rolled his eyes and turned towards him.
“Not much, I’m not feeling very inspired.”
“What don’t you go cheat on that boyfriend you have, I’m sure it will inspire you.”
“What did you say?” Louis growled getting off the chair he was sitting on. He put the guitar he was holding down and walked towards Harry who was sitting frozen on the piano bench.
