Narry One Shots

Bleach And Fabric Softener

Summary: Harry's roommate Louis had managed to turn their washing machine into something from The Exorcist, forcing the boys to use a local Laundromat. However, after coming across a blonde boy with blue eyes and a smile that made his insides squirm, he didn't think it would be too bad.

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Louis and Harry had been living together for a little over a year. They had met the first day of freshman year when they had passed in the halls on move in day. They hadn't really spared much thought for the other at first, but after a few awkward trips up and down the stairs together - both lugging boxes and duffel bags and zip locks full of more toothpaste than they could possibly ever need - Louis had deemed it reasonable to move on from polite nods and mumbled 'heys' and have a real conversation.

Both boys had quickly realized that they had virtually everything in common and made the mutual decision to become the best of friends. They were assigned to the same hall, Louis' room being three doors down from Harry's, and spent most of their time together; playing video games and eating junk food and scheming new ways to mess with Harry's roommate Liam who didn't really mind because he thought that it was all good fun and he never complained about Louis invading their room even when he was trying to study.

After the start of the second semester, when Louis found himself bunking with Harry and Liam practically every night because his roommate had decided to get a girlfriend and they didn't really care if Louis was in the room of not, both boys had decided that it would only make sense for them to find housing off campus. It would be cheaper and more enjoyable and seemed like a suitably adult thing to do. Louis also raved about how, with their own place, he could bring his girlfriend Eleanor over whenever and for however long he pleased without having to deal with their cow of a dorm supervisor.

Harry didn't mind this, as he quite liked Eleanor. She went to school with them and actually shared a few classes with Harry. He had discovered within the first ten minutes of meeting her that she was sweet and charming and witty in a way that complimented Louis fabulously and he just couldn't help but befriend her.

Not long after that, Louis had come sprinting down the hall, catching Harry just as he was leaving to take his English final, yelling about how he had found a place - two bedrooms, kitchen, living room, one and a half bath, really all things that comprised a normal house, but had Louis in an utter tizzy anyways - and how it was perfect because it was only a fifteen minute walk from school and cheap enough that between the two of them they could afford it no problem.

That weekend the two of them had gone to see it. It was small and a little run down and squished between two larger houses that made it seem even smaller and dingier than it already was, but they took it anyways, paying the landlord - a sweet, if not slightly loopy, old lady - in cash for the first month and began the move with the help of Liam and a promise of beer and pizza after they were done.

Living with Louis hadn't quite been how Harry had imagined it. Neither were overly fond of doing things like cleaning or getting the mail or taking out the trash, but they made it work even if it all got a bit maddening at times. Often times Harry found himself on his knees scrubbing out the tub because even he couldn't stand that level of disgusting or picking up after Louis had whirl-winded through the kitchen before running off to class, but he didn't mind too much. That was just how Lou was, crazy and delightful and always on the go. Harry even figured it would be good for him: becoming a bit more responsible.

Knowing this, Harry shouldn't have been too surprised when he came home after school to his feet sinking into the sopping carpet or witnessing what appeared to be bubbles frothing out from the archway to the kitchen.