Three weeks later and I found myself packing my bags. Zayn was standing at the doorway, his arms crossed across his chest watching my every room with sad eyes. He really didn't want me to go.
"Don't you think you're moving too fast?" He asked and I sighed placing my now folded t-shirt in the bag and then looking up at Zayn.
"No Zayn. I mean we've dated before, I've lived with him for over two years and I love him to death. I don't think we're moving too fast at all." I said picking another shirt up and sniffing it, my nose scrunching up as I just threw it in the bag.
"But it's going to be really lonely here without you." He pouted and I rolled my eyes.
"You lived alone before, you'll get used to it again."
"Jeez do you not know what sympathy is?" He muttered and I sighed again.
"Listen Zayn, say whatever you want, it's not going to change the situation."
"Fine! Move back in with the dick who broke your heart. Don't forget who looked after you though and who hugged you all night because you were crying your eyes out." He snapped and walked off.
I groaned as I zipped up the bag and picked it up as I made my way to the living room to talk to Zayn. He was sat on the couch, his arms crossed and his features formed an awful scowl.
"Zayn.." I trailed off but he didn't answer me. He just turned the other way with a sassy hum. "Z, come on! Don't be like that ok? I know that you looked after me and that you were there for me and I appreciate that so much! Honestly thank you for doing that." I said truthfully and his brown orbs met my greens.
"I know you appreciate it. And you shouldn't thank me; it's what friends are for." He said getting up and hugging me.
"I'll see you at Uni on Monday ok?" I said and he just nodded with a sad smile.
"Yeah. Go be happy with your man." He chuckled and I grinned as he followed me to the door.
"Oh you know what? I was thinking how come Louis didn't murder you that day at the bar?"
"Ugh please! He was shooting daggers at me until he got enough rinks down his system and then decided to sing with you. If only looks could kill." He winked and I laughed.
After saying our goodbyes I exited the building and unlocked my car. I threw my suitcase in and then climbed in the drivers seat starting the engine. I looked up at the apartment building once more, nodded to myself and sped off down the street.
Once I parked outside and got out the car, the front door was flung open and Louis ran up to me. I quickly caught him and span him around as he laughed. I put him down and he leaned up pecking my lips and then grinning.
"I'm so excited that you're back home!" He mused and I found myself grinning too.
"Me too." I said. Louis grabbed my suitcase and ran inside with it and I just laughed and followed in after him closing the door behind me.
I took a minute to look around at all the familiar furniture and photographs and I was so excited to finally be back at my own home after everything which has happened. I walked upstairs not sure where Louis had gone and as I walked through the bedroom door Louis attacked me out of nowhere the both of us falling to the floor with a loud thump. Louis was hovering over me, a smirk playing on his lips as he stared into my eyes.
"I'm loving this already." he said smugly before capturing my lips with his own.
After a long and passionate make out session and maybe, just maybe a hand job and blow job, we were finally unpacking my things. It didn't take too long since we did it together and then I grabbed Louis hand and dragged him downstairs.
"Do you want me to cook or go out?" I wondered and Louis hummed in thought until he answered.
"Do you mind cooking?" I shook my head and I headed into the kitchen. I opened the fridge but there wasn't much in there. I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned around and looked Louis who was standing behind me nervously.
"Um I kind of stuffed my face and didn't go shopping while we were um...apart." He admitted looking down at the floor.
"That's ok baby. I'll find something." I said as I started looking through the cupboards and I found two curry flavoured packets of noodles.
I boiled some water and threw the contents in and in 3 minutes the noodles were ready. I drained them and put them on plates and set them down on the table. Louis was already sitting and we both dug in chatting and laughing. Once we finished Louis was washing up and I headed outside to grab the mail since Louis had said that he didn't get it.
I started going through it, placing the water and electricity envelopes on a table by the front door. I hummed a song to myself as I went through the rest, most of it being advertising and junk until I noticed the envelope with the big, red words printed on it reading 'Final Warning'. I quickly opened it and scanned the contents of the letter my eyes widening.
"That fucking bastard. I'm going to kill him." I growled and then I heard my boyfriends soft voice.
"What's wrong?" He wondered as he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"The house is getting repossessed. Tomorrow."
A/N: Dun dun dun!! If you're wondering why the house is going to be repossessed it will be said in the next chapter! So no comments saying 'I thought Harry was a rich boxer how is he losing the house' Ok? Thanks! And I'm being evil because I was going to write a smut scene but decided not to! Muahaha.
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