Occupational • larry• |ON HOLD|

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"Well shit hello to you too" I replied back chuckling.

This wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, if it could stay this way, where I would only have to have basic communication with him, that'd be awesome.

No attachment.

I set my bag by the stairwell, kicking my shoes off as well and plopping myself down across the couch from him.

I tried to ignore his eye contact and body language, but he clearly wanted to talk to me or at least establish peace.

"I- uh. Did- uh.-" Louis spit out; trying to talk.

I cleared my throat and I felt the noise echo through the house, it was shuddering, and cold. It reminded me of wintertime.

"So how have you been?" Louis finally asked.

I shifted a bit on the couch, opening my body language. "I'm okay, y'know just going through school. And men."

Louis' eyes got big with surprise and I chuckled into my hand, attempting to cover up my smile.

"I've got to say Harry, with our past, you still manage to charm me!" Louis said, as he rolled over on his side and tossed a decorative pillow at me from the couch he was sitting on.

Maybe this won't be so bad.

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2 hours later Louis and I are on our third batch of chocolate chip cookies, listening to The 1975 and playing twister on the floor in the dining room. The windows are open, because apparently you can't cook wax paper in the oven without it smoking out your entire house. The cool fall breeze cleared the air pretty quickly, and I hummed along as my favorite song by the band played.

"Ok-" louis said; looking upside down at me from the twister spinner. "Right foot red". He said.

"Ah shit" I laughed out. I tried placing my foot onto a red space but I just couldn't squeeze it. My sock ended up causing me to slip and fall back into a stumbling mess into Louis.

I landed on top of Louis and I quickly jumped out of his arms.

I didn't want him to think I liked being in his arms.

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*louis's POV*
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I couldn't believe Harry and I getting along just like that after all the stuff we went through. We were acting like the kids we used to be before we fell in love; we were genuinely having fun and enjoying each others' company.

I hope it will stay like this, it would certainly make my job a lot easier.

When Anne told me all of those things that Harry did after I left his life I honestly was scared, not for me but for him. I thought about the job long and hard before I accepted it. I didn't want to effect Harry as much as I did before; I never want to hurt him ever again. And when this job is over, I'll just disappear again. Because Harry doesn't deserve me. He deserves better. Harry deserves the type of partner who will always bring him flowers, and call him cute nicknames and take him out on dates. He doesn't want me, and he doesn't need me.

My mental health, is such a fucking mess. Who would want to be with someone like me?
I'm on so many drugs for depression, and my panic disorder and I'm such a drag, and an endless burden.

My life is a living hell and I never want that for Harry; even if that means showing him tough love.

And I doubt he'd ever even think about being with me again. Especially after I disappeared on him; I don't regret it but it was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.