They say opposites attract.

Chapter 4

The rest of the week passed by pretty quickly. Before Harry knew it, it was Friday afternoon and he was driving home. 

Fortunately for Harry, he didn't see Louis a lot this week. Only a few times in the hallway, Louis would bump Harry's shoulder aggressively then say something like 'move you bastard' but compared to what Louis was capable of, this didn't bother Harry much. Sometimes he wished Louis would let everything go and be normal. They don't even need to be friends, they just don't have to be like this. Harry hated how he always had to think of where Louis was before doing something. He feared the smaller boy, which is quite ironic. 

It's not that Harry couldn't do anything to Louis, Harry wasn't that weak. Well, physically at least. He didn't have enough courage to hurt anyone. So he just let Louis hurt him as he pleased.

Harry turned up the volume of the radio to try and drain out his thoughts. He was tired of thinking about Louis. He didn't want to think about him anymore. Nick told Harry to meet him outside the party at 9. Apparently the party started at 7 and arriving at 9 would make them arrive 'fashionably late'. Since it was 3 now, that gave Harry a few hours to nap before the party. When Harry parked in the driveway, he thought it would be smart to have something to eat before napping. He prayed to God that his mum made something good today, he was fucking starving.

"Mum! I'm hungryy! Feed your tall boy!" Harry exclaimed walking into his house. He had a large goofy smile on his face. His mum called for him from the kitchen and Harry almost tripped on the way there from how excited he was to eat. He didn't have much to eat today. Only a banana and a sandwich. And trust me, when you're that tall, you need more than that to satisfy your system. "What do you have for me today mother!" Harry asked, or exclaimed, as he entered the kitchen.

"How's pasta for you?" Harry clapped and took a seat. Anne chuckled and shook her head. "I'll take that as a yes then." Harry took out his phone to entertain himself whilst his mum got everything ready. He received a snapchat from Nick sticking his tongue out with the caption 'I'm ready to get wasted !!!' Harry chuckled. Nick really was a lost case. "How was your day today Harry? Oh right, it's Friday. Do you have any plans tonight?" His mom questioned as she prepared the food.

"My day was alright. And yeah, I've got a party tonight. I'll leave at 8:30 ish if that's okay." Anne groaned obviously not liking the idea of the party but not wanting to be a burden, she didn't say anything about it. She trusted Harry and knew he would make the right decisions. Well, she sure hoped he would. 

Anne put a plate for Harry and he dug in before it fully landed on the table. In all honesty, it smelt so fucking good Harry couldn't wait another moment. With the first bite he gave a load moan. He loved his mum's pasta. Yeah, he cooked sometimes but no one was as good as his mum. She made the best dishes out there. Absolutely heavenly. 

She's the reason Harry loved to cook. She taught him everything he knew. 

As a child he always wanted to help his mum in the kitchen. But as a child, she didn't let him do much as he was too young. Too young to use the knives, too young to go near the fire. It was all so annoying for him. 

But once he was old enough, his mum would let him help around a lot. Then, he started to make his own dishes, Anne loved when Harry did this since it took a bit of work off her shoulders. But it wasn't only that, she was so proud of how good Harry was and how much he wanted to cook.

Before Harry knew it, his plate was empty. He sighed in disappointment and washed his plate, along with the fork he used. He opened the fridge to take out a bottle of juice and then headed upstairs. More prepared than ever to take this nap. Harry washed his hands and face, changed into his pyjamas and then leaped onto his bed. After placing his phone in the charger, he set an alarm for 7:30 then got under the covers and let himself drift off.