Pleatorial - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

It was a miracle Louis didn’t wreck as he wound through crowded streets, with Harry sitting quietly next to him. No matter how glued to the road his eyes were, his mind and every sense was pinned straight to the android. He was equally thankful to the fact that he stayed quiet- fearful that any sound of his voice would jolt him straight into a building. 

He let out a pent up breath as he parked in the sleek garage of the apartment building he lived in. As soon as the quiet engine cut off and silence filled the cab of the car, a terrible feeling of self-consciousness washed over the man and he peered around the garage to make sure no one was there- afraid someone would see him toting a new android that would cost him approximately 6 years of his salary. He bit his lip, before nodding at the elevator. 

“Follow me.. and uh.. act natural.” Louis croaked out, as though Harry didn’t already act human enough. He pushed out, hearing the bot promptly follow him. He nearly jumped into the awaiting elevator, sliding his apartments key pass through the reader, and it began to swiftly lift. 

Again, in a quiet, confined spaced with the android had him trembling, and he was cursing himself over and over for agreeing to have it residing with him. He should have just left him- maybe even taken him back up to Andrea- but no.

No, he couldn’t just ‘leave him’. Things like this don’t just happen.

As the glass elevator lifted up 23 flights, expansively lit London was splayed out before them. Probably the only nice thing about this apartment building was it’s substantial view. 

Louis was partially relieved as the doors swung open with a chime and he pushed out, Harry following along behind him like a lost puppy: a fully different demeanor than he had hosted the other days- that smug smirk- just the thought of it caused Louis to shake with angst. 

Down the carpeted hall, to apartment 174, a hesitant slide of the card and in they were- to Louis’ tiny one bedroom apartment. Inside, he glanced back at Harry, who drained the breath from the boy with his shiny mop of curls and wide- glassy green eyes that swept across the room, his plump and kissable pink lips parted slightly. 

Louis cleared his throat, waving out his arms, grinning sheepishly. 

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He shuffled about, placing his keys on the kitchen counter, which glowed with subtle light with the touch. Harry’s face lit up with a small, dimpled smile. Again, Louis cursed himself. 

He glanced wearily over at the digital clock over the stove that read 7:35. It might as well have been midnight with how tired he felt. 

“Uh, make yourself.. at home.” Louis said quietly, glancing over his shoulder as he moved the two steps into his living room, falling onto the couch and turning on the TV. He didn’t realize the fact that Harry had begun to clean the kitchen until he gazed up blearily at him, the androids mouth in a straight line and eyes heavily lidded in focus. He noticed the mans eyes on him and looked up, meeting his gaze, smiling toothily- before it quickly disappeared and he went rigid. 

“O-Oh I’m sorry, I should have asked before I started.” He stuttered, uncharacteristically. “Is there anything you’d like me to do?”

Louis rubbed his eyes, leaning up on his elbows, glancing around the small room that was fairly littered with jackets, chinos and ties. He wasn’t used to being serviced, and didn’t necessarily feel comfortable with it now, especially from this android that was literally making his skin crawl in the weirdest emotions. 

“N-No, Harry,” His voice hitched as the android grinned at the use of his name, Louis’ train of thought being momentarily derailed with his beauty again, “No.. sit down, you’re making me nervous.” He hefted, pointing at a leather recliner covered in more clothes next to him.