Just Another Stunt

8- Home

"Talk about what?" Harry asked, still standing.

"Harry, sit your ass down and tell me things. I don't care, just things," Louis sighed and threw himself back on the ground.

Harry laughed a little before sitting down next to Louis, but making sure there was space between them.

"So, you're pretty close to Liam now huh?" Louis asked, looking at Harry's side profile.

Harry was pulling at the grass under his hands. He had his legs spread out in front of him in a diamond shape, he feet touching.

"Yeah, I guess," Harry shrugged knowing him and Liam were nowhere near what he and Louis used to be, and he didn't want them to be either.

"You and Niall are close now," Harry said, thinking back to all the times he called Niall and he was with Louis.

"Fucking lives at my house I swear. Eats all the food, buys none," Louis laughs, fondly talking about Niall.

Niall had helped him though a lot. He cried to Niall. Niall came over at 2 in the morning to rub his back while he threw up, rambling about Harry. He made him stop drinking and hid his weed. Niall made sure he ate and went to sleep at a reasonable hour. Niall was the reason he was still a functional human and he was so grateful for him.

"Yeah, he tells me," Harry laughed. He was glad Louis let someone in, even if it wasn't Harry.

"Figure I'll have to get him a bed one of these days. I think he gets tired of the couch. I wake up with a Niall in my bed most days," Louis laughed again recalling memories of Niall's feet in his face when he woke up.

"The boys tell me you moved," Harry said, wanting to know more about the house he had yet to see.

"Yeah it's smaller, just enough room for me, but I like it. It's homey. Feels like home at least. The other house didn't feel like home anymore," Louis wanted to add since you moved all your things out, but he didn't.

"I'd like to see it. One day at least. Niall talks wonders about your living room," Harry said, making Louis smile.

"Yeah, come over whenever. We could make a day of it. Invite all the lads over," Louis added, not knowing if Harry wanted it to just be them or not.

"Yeah, sounds great Lou," Harry said, smiling at the idea.

"You still live in the village right?" Louis asked, since he haven't heard anything about Harry moving.

"Uh, yeah it's nice," Harry replied even though he was thinking of moving. He couldn't find a house that felt like home. It probably never would.

He picked out his current house with Louis and it felt like the perfect home at the time. Louis even had his own room for when he came over, even though he normally ended up with Harry in his room or Harry ended up in Louis'.

Harry hasn't touched Louis' room and he didn't plan too. He was holding onto some kind of hope things would go back to normal. He lost a little more of that hope each day that went by.

Liam brought over boxes one day and told him they were cleaning out the room and Harry made it 10 minutes in the room that still smelt like Louis before he broke down and begged Liam to put Louis' things back. Every inch of the room had a piece of Louis.

His clothes were still in the room. Some still in Harry's.

It took Niall and Liam 3 months to convince him not to sleep on the couch. His room was too much like Louis, it was suffocating. It took them 3 months after that to convince Harry not to sleep with Louis' hoodie wrapped around him.

He had given up the hoodie and he had moved the things Louis had in his room to a corner, but he refused to touch Louis' room.

"That's good, it was a nice house," Louis replied.

"Yeah, I suppose. All your shit is still in it," Harry let it slip before he thought about it.

Harry jerked his head to the side to look at Louis who was still laid back staring at the sky.

"Oh," was all Louis said.

Harry had gotten all his things from Louis'.

That's a lie. Liam had gotten all his things from Louis'.

Louis had kept a few shirts of Harry's that he always wore. They still hung in his closet. He couldn't bring himself to touch them. They had still vaguely smelt like Harry, not so much anymore.

"I can come over and clean it out sometime if you like," Louis said after a minute of silence.

"No," Harry answered quickly.

Louis looked up at that.

"It's just that- I um- yeah-," Harry couldn't explain why, but the idea of someone cleaning the room out appalled him.

Louis laid back down, laughing.

"Okay then," Louis laughed.

Louis and Harry's phones binged at the same time, confusing them both.

Harry pulled his out while Louis stayed still.

"It's an email from Management," Harry explained.

Louis sighed.

"What's it say?" Louis asked.

"Dear Mr Styles,

You and Mr Tomlinson have two scheduled stunts this month. We'll send the dates at a later time. By next month we should have a meeting arranged for you to confirm your relationship. Please only answer this if you have questions, yours sincerely, Modest! Management," Harry finished with a shake of the head before laying down beside Louis, staring at the sky.

"Can you believe this?" Harry asked.

"Not even a little bit," Louis replied.

"What are we going to do?" Harry asked, letting a few tears fall down his cheek before wiping them away.

"I don't know Haz.  I really don't know," Louis answered, letting a few of his own tears go.

Okay so idk how I feel about this chapter but I love Niall so much ugh. That's all I got to say. Vote? Comment?

- R xx💛