Ten Years [Zourry]

Loaded

"Here we are." Louis smiled, letting them into his apartment.

Harry didn't show it, but he was very impressed.

The apartment looked like something out of a movie, or a magazine.

Sure, it was a little messy, but with an apartment this big and nice it didn't matter.

"These suitcases are heavy. Let's take them to your room." Louis said, nudging the door closed and walking off.

Harry followed, struggling to carry his half of the suitcases as well.

"It's kinda plain but you can make it your own." Louis said as they walked into the bedroom.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

This was a major upgrade. Almost three times bigger than his room back home.

"Make yourself at home." Louis smiled after they both dumped the suitcases on the bed.

Which looked big enough for three people.

"Thanks." Harry said quietly, looking around.

All of this was beginning to sink in, and rather than feeling angry he was starting to feel more uncomfortable about it.

Suffocated, regardless of how big this room was.

"Of course. Need anything? Want anything?" Louis asked, stopping in the doorway on his way out.

"Um..." Harry trailed off, spotting a laptop on the desk near the large window.

"Oh, that's my old one. I just upgraded so I figured I'd leave that one for you. There's games and such on it and I wrote the password to get into it on a sticky note. It should be next to it on the desk, there." Louis pointed.

"Oh. Okay. Uh, thanks." Harry said, trying to wrap his head around all of this.

"Sure. So...need anything?" Louis asked again, noticing that Harry hadn't moved an inch.

"Where are you going?" Harry decided to ask, looking at him.

"I um, have a little business meeting I need to go to. It shouldn't take long. I was just wondering if you wanted food or anything before I left." Louis explained.

"Oh. No, I'm fine." Harry said quietly.

"Cool. Don't answer the door if anyone knocks, okay? Just hang out here and don't injure yourself or anything. Your mother would probably kill me." Louis chuckled before he left.

Harry stood there, listening to Louis' footsteps until he couldn't hear them anymore.

He sighed heavily, deciding to go ahead and unpack.

As he put his clothes away, he quickly became bored and his curiosity began to grow.

So Harry decided to do a little exploring.

He wandered down the hall to what he assumed was Louis' bedroom, looking around at everything.

Nothing really called out to him, or looked special.

Well, other than the bright red bowl and lighter sitting on the nightstand.

Harry walked over and picked it up, sniffing it before making a face and putting it back down.

He glanced over Louis' unmade bed before opening the top drawer of his nightstand.

Inside were a pair of fingernail clippers, a book, nasal spray, three condoms, and lube.