One, two, three. Harry sighed, he just couldn’t do it. It’s been ten minutes and Harry was just pacing outside of Louis’ flat. Louis had invited him over twenty minutes ago, and now Harry was standing at his door, but he couldn’t muster enough courage too actually knock on the door.
One, two, three. Harry counted again, but couldn’t bring himself to knock. One, two thre—
“Harry,” A voice said, sounding surprised as they opened the door. Harry looked up and saw the perfect boy who bumped into him—his name was either Zayn or Liam, Harry thinks.
“H-Hi.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Louis invited me over.”
“Oh,” He nodded, “Do you want to come in, then?” Harry smiled and nodded his head. The lad stepped out of the way and Harry walked through the doorway, “I’m Liam by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Liam,” Harry smiled. Liam nodded and led him into a room.
“Louis!” He called into the house, “Harry’s here!”
The sound of footsteps coming into the room was heard before Louis appeared. He was wearing a simple band t-shirt with some sweatpants and his feet were bare. Harry could see his armful of tattoos, some of which looked completely meaningless, while others seemed to tell a story. His hair was down in a simple fringe and Harry noticed that he dyed the tips because last time they were a light shade of brown, and now they’re a bright red—but Harry didn’t really mind, he still looked beautiful.
“Hey Harry,” Louis greeted with a smile as he walked over.
“Hi Louis,” Harry greeted softly as a small smile tugged on his lips.
“Thanks for coming over.”
“Thanks for inviting me.”
Louis smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the sides, as he gestured for Harry to follow him, “So this is my flat. Well, it’s not just mine, I live here with my friend Zayn—you know Zayn, right?”
“Uh . . .”
“The tan one, quaff, really handsome—or so he thinks,” Louis described and Harry nodded when he remembered the lad.
“Yeah, I remember him.”
“Yeah, so I share this flat with him. Now, it’s time for the grand tour,” Louis walked down the hall then stopped, “That’s the kitchen,”—He pointed to one room—“That’s the bathroom,”—He pointed to another—“Those are the bedrooms and yeah.”
Harry giggled at Louis’ lazy way of showing Harry the house, and grinned at him, “Thanks,” Louis just smiled at him, “So, why did you invite me over?” Harry finally asked.
“To hang out with you,” Louis shrugged, “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No,” Harry answered quickly, “I don’t mind, not at all.”
“Great,” Louis smiled. They just stood there a while, neither of them saying anything nor knowing what to do. It was growing awkward.
“Hey, do you guys want to play COD with Zayn and I in the other room?” Liam suddenly appeared.
“Sure. Do you want to, Harry?” Louis turned to Harry who bit his lip. He wasn't a fan of killing people; he didn't care if it was just a game.
“No thank you,” Harry declined.
“Well, will you root me on while I play?” Louis asked, a small smirk on his face.
Harry giggled and nodded his head, “Yeah. Yes I will.”
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Fanfiction[PERMANENT HIATUS] Harry’s life is not the way he’d like. His father wants him to take over his family business, his mother keeps trying to set him up on dates with girls, and his sister barely gives him the time of day. Harry doesn't want to be par...
