𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐋.𝐒

Episode 3.0

The journey from Holmes Chapel to London was quite fast. Which was perhaps also due to the fact that Harry's anticipation increased a little more with every kilometre driven. Louis had left Doncaster some time shortly after him and probably arrived at the apartment at the same time. Harry drove away the silence with the radio and sang along loudly to songs he knew and liked. He couldn't have done that on the train. He'd drum on the steering wheel and lower the window a little bit.

He was in a good mood, looking forward to his days with Louis. They had not yet discussed what she would do, but they could decide that spontaneously. The main thing was that they were together, the rest was not so important to Harry. The prospect of soon being able to kiss Louis again and hold him in his arms made him drive a little faster.

He actually got there much before Louis, which gave Harry the chance to tidy up a bit and air out a bit, after all nobody had done that for the last weeks. But first he took off his shoes and put the bag down, as soon as he entered the corridor he stopped there for a short time. It was a strange feeling to know that Louis would soon be back here. Harry hadn't changed a thing since he moved out except for Louis' room. He hadn't been able to move or exchange any of the things they had chosen together.

Harry looked down the narrow hallway and inevitably wondered if it had been a good idea to invite Louis to his place. He could have gone to Louis' place. No, Harry shook his head and started moving, the dark floorboards under his feet creaking and groaning, there was nothing wrong with Louis being back here. On the contrary, if he was here again, perhaps the spirit of their old relationship would finally disappear.

He walked past the chest of drawers that was still standing in the hallway and on which a bunch of heavy picture frames in all kinds of colors and shapes were lined up. Harry and Louis had chosen them together. Pictures of their friends, the guys in the band and their families. Some of them Louis had taken with him when he left. But there were still enough on the chest of drawers to hardly notice. As his eyes fell on the ceramic bowl, which contained a few bits and pieces, Harry couldn't help but think of how they had bought them. It had been a Sunday just before they left for one of their tours and they had both taken their last day off and gone to a flea market. Louis had seen the bowl and was desperate to have it, Harry thought it was super ugly. But he agreed, let Louis buy the bowl. But when they got back home, they just couldn't find a place to put it. Everywhere they put it didn't fit and it didn't make a good picture. After a few days, Louis decided to throw it away and put it in the hallway on the dresser so he would remember to take it outside later. He was trying to cook and was so stressed that he couldn't keep an eye on the pots on the stove and at the same time he couldn't go to the trash can. When Harry came home some time later, without even thinking about it, he threw his keys into the bowl and fell into Louis' arms, complaining about his bad day. And since then the bowl has been standing in the hallway, as a storage for their keys and little things they didn't know where to put them. Harry's fingers danced over the edge of the bowl, then he went through the door into the living room, where he first pushed the thick curtains aside and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows. Like the walls in the hallway, those in the living room were kept quite dark. One half was covered with wood and the other with petroleum-coloured wallpaper. In the living room there were golden, floral patterns on the wallpaper, in the hallway there were ornaments. Harry had liked the wallpaper right away and he had wanted it so badly. It made you feel a little constricted and worn out, but Harry loved it. Especially in combination with the wood panelling and the floorboards.

He walked towards the living room table, on which were still some letters that he had not yet put away, and quickly collected them. He had no secrets from Louis, he just wanted it neat and tidy. Harry tore open all the cushions on the sofa. It was a baroque sofa and had been incredibly expensive, but it fitted so incredibly well into the room and the furnishings that they didn't think twice and finally bought it. It stood in front of the fireplace, on the side of it were two comfortable and cuddly armchairs, from which Harry Louis had often had to wake up because he had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace.