how you get the boy

two

If it wasn't the sound of pots and pans banging from out in the kitchen area, it was the sound of my alarm ringing that would wake me up in the morning. Naturally, I preferred the former because those sounds meant that Louis was awake. It had never crossed my mind that he would be the kind of person that would wake up early to prepare breakfast every morning. I wasn't going to complain because he prepared one for me too.

This morning was no different.

When I stumbled out of my room properly dressed for class and also the weather, I noticed that Louis had already prepared a stack of pancakes for me along with a glass of orange juice. Just like what he'd been doing for the past three days.

Bless him.

A smile lighted up my entire face as soon as I saw him sitting on one of the chairs, his eyebrow shooting up in acknowledgment of my presence. "Morning, Lou," I greeted, pulling the chair out and sitting on it. Almost immediately, my eyes moved to the other plate set up next to mine, "That hungry, huh?"

"What?" Louis asked with a kink of an eyebrow as he put down the newspaper he was reading.

"This," I pointed to the stack of pancakes that hadn't been touched yet. "Yours, yeah?"

Louis shook his head as he downed the remaining of his orange juice, making a move to fill the glass back before he answered my question. Much to my dismay, I didn't like his answer. "Harry's coming over."

"What?" I sputtered that one word out, almost choking on the pancake I'd just swallowed. I must have heard him wrong.

"Harry's coming over for breakfast," he repeated and somehow that earned him an eye roll from me. I had never rolled my eyes at Louis. Okay maybe that was a lie. I did roll my eyes at him whenever he began making out with Beth in front of me – the girl who's madly in love with him.

"Why?" I questioned after gulping down the refreshing juice. "Why's Harry coming?"

The main reason why I didn't want Harry to come over was because I couldn't afford embarrassing myself in front of him or Louis again. Not after what happened two mornings ago when I woke up to find Harry sprawled out on the floor of my room in nothing but his briefs. I had screamed like a madwoman and Louis had come running into my room with a baseball bat like a knight in shining armour. Except, he was in his pyjamas and I was in my tank top and shorts. My scream surprisingly didn't wake Harry up and Louis had to wake him up and ask him to go sleep in his own room instead. After that little incident, I made sure to take a shower and leave the flat immediately so I wouldn't run into Harry again.

I had managed to avoid him since that morning, but apparently today wasn't one of those days.

"Because he sort of misses you," answered another voice from behind me, followed by the sound of pitter-patter that his feet made as he moved towards the kitchen. I didn't have to turn around to know whose voice it was. Its croakiness gave it away. And also Louis had just mentioned that he would be joining us.

"Fuck off, Haz," Louis said, throwing the newspaper he had folded at his friend, chuckling when it him right on the chest. "You'll scare her away."

A snicker escaped my lips, "No he won't."

"I won't?" Harry whistled lowly as he pulled the chair next to me and sat on it. Shaking his head, he added in a singsong voice, "There goes my plan."

"Shut up, Haz, just eat your food." Louis said before he finished his last pancake on the plate. If there's one more thing that I had learned about Louis since I had moved in with him was that he was a fast eater. He would usually finish his food by the time I was just finishing half of mine. I suspected that he didn't even chew his food.