Journal | L.S

Chapter Eleven

Harry woke up with a start. The kitten next to him meowing loudly, also having been woken up by the sudden blaring of music next door. The boy honestly wanted to scream, his ears hurt so much. "S'fine, Penguin." Harry winched, "We'll just ask Louis to turn it down. He's our friend." He thought out loud. He gently moved the kitten so he could get out of the bed, making sure to put the covers over her before he left the room since that was what she liked. 

At first it wasn't Louis who answered the door, and the girl who did was firm on not to let Harry in to speak to Louis, pushing his chest to get him away from the door which almost made to boy start screaming. Luckily the man was passing his front door, noticing his neighbour stood there, red faced with his hands pressed firmly over his ears. 

"Move, Poppy." Louis smirked, drowning the last of his drink and placing the glass loudly on the shelf that stood beside him, almost breaking the glass. "'arry." He smirked, pushing the girl out of his way. "Ah, H-Harry." Louis stood there, looking the boy up and down, a slight hiccup escaping ever so often, each one making Louis laugh more than the other. "You know, pyjamas aren't exactly an attire to a party." 

"T-the music. I-it's too loud." Harry frowned, "I-it's too cold to sit outside, so maybe you could, um, turn it down a bit." The boy was ready to get yelled at, he didn't know why but he scrunched his face up and covered his ears tighter but all that came was Louis' laugh. 

"There's barely any sound. Just come in and let loose, you look like you need it." Without getting a response, Louis grabbed the boy's shirt, dragging him inside the apartment before slamming the door, making the poor boy jump in the air. 

There weren't many people, about ten probably, including Louis and Harry, but they quickly filled the small space which made Harry feel uneasy. "S'ma neighbour, Harry." Louis grinned, introducing the boy to the people before making him sit on the sofa and handing him a beer. Harry shook his head vigorously though, his hands still covering his ears until a person who looked to be fairly sober turned it down making the boy sigh in relief. 

"C'mon, live a little." The man tried shoving the beer into Harry's hands but the boy kept refusing. "Hmm, how about raspberry water." The man smirked. "I'm sure you'd like that." 

"That sounds delicious, thank you Louis." Harry smiled, watching as Louis walked away, leaving him alone in the crowd of people where he awkwardly looked around as the others talked among themselves. "Thank you, Louis." Harry smiled once Louis handed him the glass of clear liquid, but coughing vigorously as he tasted it. 

"It's strong." He commented. "M'not sure if it's water." He frowned, looking sceptically at Louis who just smirked but insisted that it was. Harry knew better of course, but he wanted to impress the man, plus the more sips he took the better it tasted.

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"Looouiiiis." Harry howled before laughing uncontrollably. "Loulou. S-should call you Loulou." He slurred before laughing yet again. Most of the people had left, many of them sick of the stories Harry had repeated over and over for the past two hours, as not many people were interested in what animals you love and hate. Louis still sat there though, still listening intently as he sobered up a bit, not having had a sip of a drink for the past couple of hours. 

"Please don't." The man laughed, watching the boy trying to control his freakishly long limbs, that he had trouble with even on a good day. "Then I'll call you Hazzy." 

"But I like it." Harry smiled widely, waving enthusiastically at the last person leaving the apartment, thanking them for a wonderful night. "Loulou." He whispered, before snorting lightly and letting out a giggle. "Or just Lou?"