30 days

Day 2

Harry woke up the next morning feeling safe and calm. He realized that Louis was spooning him, holding him close with an arm around his waist and his nose nuzzled in the back of his neck. Great. From the sound of it, Louis was still asleep. Harry allowed himself to lay in Louis' arms for a moment before he wiggled out of his embrace cautiously so he wouldn't wake up the blue-eyed boy. He didn't want to start the morning with a fight. He tip-toed his way out of the bedroom but turned around in the doorway to look at the sleeping boy. He looked younger sleeping. Carefree and innocent. Beautiful. Harry pushed away those thoughts and closed the door behind him.

He stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him before he removed his boxers and stepped into the shower. He spent thirty minutes washing before he turned the water off and dried himself with a fluffy towel. He threw the towel around his waist and realized that he forgot to bring some fresh clothes with him. He brushed his teeth and picked up his old boxers. There was a laundry basket beside the washing machine and he opened the lid and threw them in. He hadn't packed clothes that would last for thirty days so he was glad he would be able to do laundry later. He would probably do Louis' as well but he actually didn't mind. He liked to be domestic. It made him feel normal.

He tried to sneak back into the bedroom again to get dressed but stopped in the middle of the room when he noticed that Louis was awake. Louis' eyes snapped up and met his. He looked guilty. Had he been checking him out? Silly thought.

"Good morning Louis."

Louis mumbled a "morning" back and got out of bed. Harry tore his eyes away from Louis' bum and walked to his bag to find something to wear instead. He pulled out some sweats and a hoodie and tried to find some boxers and socks. He stood up and turned around just to find Louis staring at him again. He immediately turned his gaze to the floor and mumbled "shower" before he headed out the door. This would be 30 awkward days. Well, 29 more to go.

Harry got dressed and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. He decided to make pancakes and started to whip up a batch.

Louis came walking into the kitchen twenty minutes later dressed in the same type of clothes as Harry. His hair was still wet from the shower. Harry put the last pancake on a plate and turned off the stove. Louis searched for maple syrup and put it on the table as soon as he found it. Harry put the pancakes on the table and fetched two plates and cutlery while Louis got the orange juice from the fridge. He collected two glasses before he sat down opposite Harry. They ate in silence.

Louis stood up after he finished eating and walked over to the sink to wash the dishes. Harry walked up to him and got a kitchen towel to dry the clean plates with. They worked in silence and when they were done Louis walked out of the kitchen, put his shoes on, and left the cabin. Harry watched him leave with confusion written all over his face. What was up with the silent treatment? What the hell had he done now? He let out a deep sigh and positioned himself on the couch watching tv.

Louis came in an hour later and went straight to the bedroom without a word. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. This was getting ridiculous. He walked over to the bedroom and peeked inside. Louis was laying in bed staring at the ceiling.
"What the hell is your problem?" Harry asked.

Louis looked at him.
"You're my fucking problem."

That fucking hurt. Harry couldn't think of one thing he could have done today to piss Louis off. He stared at Louis with his jaw clenched before he walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door. He threw his shoes on and walked out of the cabin.

He walked around in the woods for two hours before he decided to return to the cabin and Louis again. If it wasn't for the fact that the three other boys would leave the band if he and Louis didn't start to get along he would have called a cab and left right now.

Louis was in the kitchen cooking something suspicious when he came inside. He turned around to face him. They stared at each other until Louis finally spoke up.
"I thought you left me."

"I could never leave you. I'm stuck in a band with you for god's sake. Why do you hate me so much?" Harry's voice broke on the last word. Damn it!

"I have my reasons." Louis sighed and turned back to face the stove. "But I don't hate you." Louis whispered.

Harry wasn't sure he heard him correctly.
"You don't hate me?"

Louis' body stiffened.
"No."

Harry snorted.
"You could've fooled me."

Louis shrugged his shoulders. That seemed like the end of that conversation.

They sat down to eat lunch. It tasted terrible but Harry ate every last piece of the overcooked pasta and lumpy, slightly burned sauce without a single complaint. He was kind of moved that Louis had tried to make an effort even if he couldn't cook for shit.

They once again ate in silence. When they had finished half of Louis' portion was still on his plate.
"I can't believe you ate all of that. It was disgusting." Louis stated and looked up at Harry.

"You'll get an A for effort at least." Harry couldn't help but smile and Louis chuckled in response.

They cleared the table and Harry did the dishes this time. Louis was getting restless. Harry could tell by just looking at him.

"So...what now?" Louis asked.

"Let's explore the cabin to see if Niall left us any more surprises." Harry suggested.

Louis immediately got up and ran to a cabinet to look inside.
"Oh! Here are a lot of movies! Thank God. I was almost about to watch gayporn out of boredom." Louis said excitedly and Harry started to laugh.

Louis raised an eyebrow at him and smirked before he returned to see what movies the boys had given them. "Grease!"

He grabbed the movie and put it in the DVD-player. Then he grabbed the remote and jumped on the couch. Harry sat down as well. Louis pressed play and started to sing along.

They watched three movies in a row. Harry made dinner and they ate. They watched one last movie before they went to bed. Day two was over. 28 more to go. Harry wondered how he would come out of this with his sanity intact. Being this close to Louis but still so far away was really fucking hard. He had to restrain himself from reaching out for him. With a sigh, he turned around from his back to put as much distance between them as possible. He could hear Louis sigh as well and shift around in bed.