Oblivious [stylinson au]

3.6 ➳ The Next Morning

3.6 – The Next Morning 

Harry woke up early the morning after being surprised by a drunken Louis.  It’s not like he had never seen Louis drunk before, he just didn’t expected to see Louis like that. Besides, Louis was not the biggest drinker so in rare and special occasions; only then Louis would be so drunk that he can’t even speak or walk properly.  So, it was odd to see Louis drunk not because of those reasons. He knows Louis avoid alcohol because he didn’t want any of his students to see him outside of the school, drunk off his ass. He wanted to be a good role model to his students and to be honest, Harry respected that.

Since he had nothing better to do at 7 o’clock in the morning, he thought he would fall back to his old routine that was; cooking breakfast for Louis and him. It may be a tad bit too early to do so since he knew Louis won’t be waking up early because he had a hangover to deal with and might be waking up around 10 o’clock or so. Nevertheless, Harry proceeded to pad towards the kitchen to prepare their meal.

“Harry?”

  

He was just about to butter the pan for the pancakes when he heard his name called. He didn’t expect to see Louis so early. “Yeah?” He turned around to see his flat mate.

A smile formed on his lips as he admired how Louis looked beautiful even when his hair was all tangled and his fingers trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes — especially when Louis was in his two sizes too big pajamas on his petite frame. It had been a while since Harry had spent a morning with his flat mate and now he only realized how much he missed it.

Louis was leaning against the door frame of the small kitchen, hands rubbing his temples lightly, “I really can’t believe you’re back.”

“Believe it.” His smile became wider as he replied, “Hang in there, yeah? I’ve made a pot of Yorkshire tea and these pancakes are nearly ready.”

“You’re acting like you haven’t left me all this while.” Louis sat on one of the empty chairs of their kitchen table. “It’s like how it used to be.”

Harry sighed. There was an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach when he heard the sadness in Louis’ voice. He knew his absence affected Louis as much as it did affected himself.

  

Once the pancakes were done, Harry piled them on a plate and placed it on their dining table. He grabbed two plates, forks and knifes and two mugs before joining Louis at the table.

  

“I hope I am not missed because of my amazing talent in cooking.” joked Harry as a way to enlighten the mood in the kitchen. He even heard Louis chuckled a little.

“Oh, I do miss your cooking. I’ve been eating at Liam’s restaurant far too often that I might as well get a membership card or somethin’.”

  

Both of them took slices of pancakes onto their plate as they desired in silence. Louis was pouring himself a cup of Yorkshire tea while Harry gazed at him with a question circling in his mind and bugging him to say it out loud to his flat mate.

Harry managed to finally gain his composure as he cut his pancakes into bite pieces to make his question sounded casually, “So, how are things? With you and Eleanor?”

He didn’t meet his eyes with Louis’ but he heard Louis taking a slow sip from his cup of tea before replying, “We’ve broken up.”

  

Harry stopped himself from chewing his food and his eyes flit to Louis’ face. His ears couldn’t believe what he just heard. As much as he felt quite content about it, he just couldn’t believe it that Louis’ relationship had ended. Frankly, it made Harry felt guiltier for leaving Louis—knowing that Louis might have felt lonely in the flat and the breakup probably was the reason Louis was drunk last night.

“Really? What happened?”

Louis shrugged his shoulders, “It was a mutual decision. Nobody dumped the other.”

  

“Oh.” was all Harry could muster for a respond. He was lost for words to say that could fit in the conversation they were having right now.

“So, you’re staying here permanently, now? Or are you going back to LA?”

Harry cleared his throat, relieved that Louis had changed the subject. “Well, I haven’t exactly quit my job there. There still some stuff I have left behind at my flat.”

After that, they ate their breakfast in silence and Harry didn’t bother to create a new topic to talk about. He was just enjoying his first time with Louis after a month of being away so being he thought having a conversation won’t be necessary. 

“Breakfast was delicious, Haz. Thanks.” Louis smiled as he got up from his chair and left Harry alone in the small kitchen.

  

“Are you going to work?” Harry yelled since Louis was out of his earshot.

  

“Of course not.” 

To be honest, Harry was expecting for Louis to bring up about his journal but he didn’t. He was ready to face the consequences when they’re having a talk about it but it seemed that Louis wasn’t ready. Or he wasn’t sober enough to remember about it.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE; 

Apologies for being an arsehole for not updating for almost three months. I feel guity but I have a life (school shit and stuff, blergh). I was planning to post this once I've written all of the chapters till the end but my heart decides to post this for you. 

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