H & Lou » larry

Chapter 6

Three weeks after Louis and Harry put in their application they were getting a phone call saying they were approved. Which Harry couldn't have been more ecstatic, Louis had brought every box he could find home from work so they could begin packing up their apartment.

But for the moment they had just been lying in their bed after a long night of driving back from Doncaster, having visited Louis' family. "You happy you saw everyone?" Harry asked as he rested his head against Louis' chest.

"Mhm. I'm glad I met that Tommy kid whilst we were there too. Lottie really seems to love him. They were talking about getting an apartment here in London together."

"I overheard you guys talking." Harry chuckled as he closed his eyes, feeling Louis' hand move from rubbing circles against his bare shoulder to brushing through his hair. "When do you think we can go see my family..?"

"Maybe you can invite them down for a visit when we get moved in, yeah?" Louis kissed Harry's head and he nodded.

"Yeah. Sounds good to me." Harry glanced around their bedroom quietly. He smiled as his eyes caught on Louis' memory box.

Louis has always had it, from what Harry remembers. Just something that makes him feel good. He'd only shown Harry the contents once before in the seven years they'd been together. He remembers seeing photo strips from their first year together. They'd taken them at the street carnival, louis' university put on. The spare key to their very first apartment (the one they were about to move out of) was in there too. He remembers seeing the first t-shirt Harry had ever given him in the bottom of the box.

"Have you added to it?" Harry asked quietly.

Louis brushed his hand through Harry's hair and chuckled, "of course I have. My memories are in there." Louis chuckled, "most of them are your memories too, others are from before we were together or some are with my friends and family." Louis hummed when Harry kissed his Adam's apple.

"Can I see inside it again?"

"Maybe someday, my love. Today isn't that day."

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Niall had texted Harry and said he was going stir crazy inside his and Liam's hotel room, being cooped up wasn't the best thing he had experienced. Louis had been at work and Harry had been going over his applications, so he decided he would invite Niall over to hangout a while.

Harry had put all of his applications in a folder, making sure he left it with Louis' stuff so he could double check them before he handed them all in. Then Harry made lunch as he was sure Niall would be hungry when he arrived.

Harry's phone pinged with a text from Niall, 'Just dropped off at your building, what apartment number?'

'28. First apartment on the forth floor.' Harry responded and unlatched his latch, so Niall wouldn't have to wait outside long.

He heard a knock on his door and he went over to get it, Niall smiled, a hand on his swollen tummy. Harry's heart clenched. fuck he wanted one. "Come in! Come in! It's nice to see you." Harry grinned. Which wasn't a lie. It was nice to see him. Harry didn't have many friends he kept in touch with after secondary.

Niall stepped in and kicked his shoes off, not wanting to get dirt on their carpet. "Your place is cute." Niall smiled.

Harry started feeling self-conscious of the boxes cluttering around and the weird Knick knacks just everywhere. "We're packing right now. In the moving process." He moves a box off a chair so Niall could sit. Which he did. "How have things been with you?" He wanted the attention off of his apartment. Niall and Liam were filthy rich. Liam's apartment was a beautiful and very large. Harry was almost 100 percent positive that their master bedroom was as big as his kitchen and living room combined.