𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐋.𝐒

Episode 3.2

They drove to Louis' apartment the next day right after breakfast and Harry was a bit curious about what to expect. When he entered a 300m² loft, his spit was gone for a moment. "THIS is your flat?", he asked and dropped the boxes they had bought and looked around. It was interesting to see how different their furnishing styles were. At Louis', there was no wallpaper, no dark floorboards or a baroque sofa. With him there was mainly space and everything was kept in light tones. It was modern, almost a little sterile. How did Louis manage to live in their apartment? "You know where you're moving back in? I don't even know if the house has that many square feet. Maybe if you count the basement and attic." Who on earth needed that much space?! Harry took off his shoes and had Louis show him around. He assured him that he wouldn't miss the apartment and was looking forward to living with Harry, no matter where it was. "Let's just get a few things together," he said and took Harry into the bedroom, which was just as untidy as the rest of the flat. Not even the bed was made. "How can you leave your flat like that?" he asked amusedly, folding one of the boxes together, waiting for Louis to tell him what to do.

"I didn't pack my suitcase until just before departure. There wasn't much time left to clean the apartment. Otherwise the place will look neater." Louis shrugged and opened the closet door from which a pile of clothes were about to tumble. "All right," Harry grinned and helped Louis fold and pack the clothes halfway neatly. "We should take your wardrobe, because I don't think it'll fit in mine any more."

"Do you know how to take it apart and put it back together?" They looked at each other for a moment and then started to laugh. Like they knew something about this. "I'll just make a little more room. That'll be fine." Otherwise they'd have somebody come and take care of the cupboard.

It actually took them half an eternity to stow away all the clothes, simply because Louis had so many of them and of course he couldn't part with anything. Harry even discovered one or the other part of him. "Should we have told the boys something yesterday," he asked as he packed the felt 10th pair of black jeans and looked over at Louis. "We can still do that. I mean, it's not such a big deal. It's not like we're secretly engaged to them," Louis smiled, brought a full box into the hallway, got a new one. "Ha ha, very funny. I didn't think it was funny at all."

"So I noticed." Louis pressed a kiss against his temple and started on the middle of the closet. "Take it with humor, you know these three. They meant no harm."

"Yes, I know." Harry rolled his eyes, just shoved the memory in the back of his brain and was more pleased to see Louis move in with him, if you could call it that. At least the apartment would still be here, which gave Harry a somewhat strange feeling. He'd rather have Louis all to himself and not just half, but he understood the point of it.

After half an hour the cupboard was finally empty and they could go on with the rest. Louis collected all kinds of picture frames he could get his hands on and Harry emptied his bathroom. While he did so he couldn't help but imagine how Louis had lived here. There was so much room for just one person, did he really need it? Had he narrowed Louis down so much that he had to look for something that big? Hopefully Louis had simply accepted the first best offer that came to him.

Little by little the corridor filled up with boxes and bags. There was more than they expected and a lot of things were bits and pieces that Louis couldn't just leave here. "Won't you miss the flat?" Harry asked him during a break and sat down on the sofa, looked out the window. You had a beautiful view over London. You should have moved in here, Harry's furniture would have easily fit in here, and there would still be room for others. "No, I've been mostly lonely here," Louis confessed freely. He smiled as soon as he saw Harry's face when he stepped on it and grabbed his hand, squeezed it briefly. "It's okay, I deserved that," he said and rose again, he at least wanted to vacuum before they left again, and while Louis went to get the vacuum cleaner, Harry grabbed a pillow and held it to his chest. His eyes fell on something that had been under the pillow. He lifted it up and swallowed when he saw that it was a condom wrapper and it was open. Harry was so surprised that he could not close his mouth for several seconds. He didn't even know why he was surprised. It's not like he thought Louis hadn't had sex during that time. But just to get a confirmation for something that was always in the back of his mind was a bit blatant. And what was even worse was that Harry felt jealousy building up inside him. Suddenly he could understand Louis' behavior the day before yesterday very well. Before he could even think about it, he had already stood on his feet and had crossed the room halfway, only to stop. What was he up to? Was he going to confront Louis now? That's ridiculous. They were both adults and had no reason to explain to each other who they went to bed with and why.