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"Knock knock."
Harry is making the bed, since Louis was laying on it and of course he messed with the sheets. "It's open!" He quickly yells as he tucks the sheets back.
"Is that a way to greet your girlfriend?"
Harry looks up quickly, smiling. "I'm sorry, darling, I was just making the bed, you see." He walks up to her, pressing a peck to her lips, "Hi, goodmorning."
"Hi," She looks around the room that's neat as always, "Making the bed at 11 am? Isn't that a bit late?"
"Yeah, well I was making it again, Lou-"
And with that the door to the ensuite bathroom opens, steam fogging up the bedroom a little. Louis steps out, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hands shaking his damp hair. "Hey Haz, I'm going to just get some of your clothes, mine are still smelling like sweat and, well, sex."
"Louis."
Louis' blood runs cold at the sound, he'd recognise that voice anywhere. The voice of the devil. Well, in his opinion she is.
"Lauren, hi." He smiles, a closed-mouth grin that doesn't quite meet the eye coats his face. The fakest smile he could muster up. Not that she'd know, she thinks this is his actual smile. Harry however, has known him a bit longer.
"Lou, be nice."
"I'm always nice, am I not?" He focusses on Harry, pouting at him like he did when they were younger and Harry had to go home after a long play date. Louis would always be so sad when it was time for his best friend to go, so he'd try to guilt him into staying longer. Not that Harry actually had a say in it, since his mother would already be waiting at the door of the Tomlinson residence. "Anyway, what is she doing here?"
"I am here to go to brunch with my boyfriend," Lauren's stuck up voice fills the room once again, "however, I don't see why you're here, shouldn't you be somewhere in between the sheets of a strangers bed, Lou lou?"
Louis' blood runs cold.
"Lauren, enough."
Harry steps in front of his girlfriend, knowing Louis and his temper. He sends a pointed look Louis' way, meeting eyes with the riled up boy who was ready to rip Lauren's hair out, strand by strand.
Harry and him have a silent conversation, as if they can read each other's mind. I guess that comes with years of friendship, you can read every facial expression, every body motion can tell you everything you need to know. Louis' always been easy to read, an open book Harry'd say.
When Harry knows Louis has calmed down enough not to murder his girlfriend, he steps out of the way and walks towards his wardrobe, grabbing some joggers and a warm sweater he knows Louis loves.
"Here, love, go get dressed." He hands Louis the clothing, gently grabbing his shoulder and squeezing. His eyes once again meet Louis', to make sure he really is okay.
"I'm fine." Louis whispers, knowing what Harry was trying to read in his eyes. "Thanks. For the clothes. I'll be out of your way in a second."
"You know it's not like that, I always love having you here." He says but Louis already walks to the bathroom and slams the door.
"Why are you even friends with that slut?"
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It's my birthday today so this is my birthday treat to all of you! I hope you liked this little chapter! It's not much but I still hope you enjoyed it :)
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