Impulse {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 3: ups and downs

"Dinner was amazing, thank you so much", said Harry, wiping his lips softly with a fancy dinner napkin.

"Don't thank me, thank Marge over there" Jay smiled, gesturing towards Marge as she cleans up the table. The sweet lady looked back at Harry and winked.

"Don't be doing that so often Marge, I might just love you", Harry joked.

"Oh, stop it, Harry", Marge chuckled with the charm in the boy. 

The table was set up beautifully, even after dinner. It was centered in the dining room where the walls are beautifully aligned with expensive paintings, vases filled with enchanting flowers and how each element compliments the whole room. The Tomlinsons are extremely successful, they work with real estates and knew exactly where to invest. All of the children go to top schools in the country, Lottie is already working on her make-up line and that is just the start of their success. 

After dinner and Marge's famous almond and chocolate pie, everyone separated into their own nights. Harry helped Marge and two more cleaners, May and Pam - despite them telling him not to do anything. He even put on the little white apron to tease them playfully. After everything is put into place, Harry began walking upstairs, heading towards his bedroom. Before Harry could sit down on his bed, he hears knocks on his door.

"Um- Come in", Harry called out. 

The door slowly swung opened, revealing Louis and his bright blue eyes. 

"Hey, can I um- use your bathroom? My shower kinda broke", said Louis with hints of embarrassment.

"Sure, what happened?", said Harry in confusion. Knowing that it's their house, after all, of course, they can do whatever they want. He is more than grateful that they are letting him stay here.

"The shower head got all fucked up for some reason and it's been spraying dirty water. I'm lucky enough to be the only room being affected by the broken pipe", Louis uttered with a towel and some clothes hung over his shoulder. 

Light sounds of water hushed and whispered in the bathroom as Louis was using it. He had only been in there a while and so Harry assumed it would take him some more time to shower and so he took the opportunity to change his clothes into some more comfortable clothes to work in a bit before showering. Harry pulled out some sweatpants and a slightly ripped navy t-shirt from the drawers and tossed it on the bed. He pulled his pants down and replaced it with the much comfier sweatpants, as he swung the button-up shirt away and reached for the clean shirt, the bathroom door swung open. 

Louis looked up and was greeted by the shirtless younger boy. Before their eyes met, Louis got a good look at Harry's lightly muscular stomach reaching down to a strong v line. The boy glanced quickly at all the tattoos that covered the curly's body - from the two birds to the '17Black' to the ship, all of the ones he could look with the small amount of time he had.

"Er- f-fanks for the shower, I'm gonna leave now", Louis mumbled quickly before bolting out of the room.

Harry stood still, taken over by confusion. He wondered if he did anything wrong or perhaps something to offend Louis? The boy quickly brushed it off and assumed it was nothing. He plopped himself onto the master bed and pulled out his laptop - a few moments in he's already typing with pace again, catching up with all the work he had missed. 

Harry has his own indie magazine and it has been doing extremely well although Harry keeps the success quiet to himself - he never mentioned the awards he had received countless of times or the mentions by known figures or other magazines. Harry like to think that the success is enough for him to be happy since he's doing what he loves - he doesn't need any other praises or approval. Anne would often nudge Harry to be more open about his success because it's something he should be proud of and frankly, he is but he likes having it as something special for him. After a few hours of working and editing, the Cheshire boy's eyes began to feel heavier and heavier until he eventually fell asleep with his computer sitting awkwardly on him.

Louis ruffled, twisted and turned. He couldn't sleep. Nor could he find anything to do. He decided that he'd make some hot chocolate just to find something to do, Louis got up as he roughly scruffed his hair up a little. He looked at the time on his phone as he walked towards the grand staircase and it was 11:47 PM already, Louis walked ahead of Harry's door for a few steps before reversing his steps. Louis slowly glanced into the room just to see if he was awake, the younger boy fell gently asleep. There was a little strand of curl hanging down his forehead, his face was soft and sweet asleep, he had his hand underneath his head - his body curled up like a child. Making little noises as he sleeps, breathing in and out. 

Louis suddenly feels sick again and quickly turned his head, he felt his body burning from the inside out, the tip of his fingers heating up. He shook his head and the thought of Harry out of his mind and rapidly walked downstairs. His head was pounding, Louis walked over to the living room and curled up on the grey Stelvio brushed cotton sofa, it was sitting in the middle of the living room with pride. As he closed his eyes, shushing himself to sleep, tears began rolling down his face.