SPACES [Editing]

Rules for three year-olds

Louis Tomlinson

I've finished unpacking a few hours after I came to Harry's house. It was difficult, since I really didn't know where I was supposed to place my things. I didn't want it to feel like I was invading his space and privacy, but that's exactly what's happening. I'm a bit reluctant when it comes to taking up too much space— besides, I'm only going to spend here for a couple of days. The less traces I leave, the better.

I ended up fixing Harry's things so things would be a bit more organized.

I wish he wasn't the type of person who turns into a monster when he finds out I organized his things. His closet was a mess— I know he could've used a lot more space if he'd put in a little effort into it. It was huge for just one person, but it definitely looked like four people were living in just one house.

I've finished writing the house rules and regulations after all the cleaning. I can't say I was used to it because it's basically a mansion, I just liked keeping things neat and in order. 

It was already 11 pm and Harry was still in deep slumber so I opened the TV downstairs to check out some of the shows and it seemed like the sound doesn't bother him. I didn't want to sleep beside him, it felt awkward.

I shuffled through the channels and came upon the cooking show that I used to watch with Hannah.

Whenever we would watch this on the couch, I would always be slouching back, writing on the notebook that she bought for me. She would always ask me to write down the recipes while she focused on watching the show. I always admired how she looked like when her eyes would carefully examine every process. With her lips pursed and her eyebrows almost meeting, with the way she would notice how I was looking at her and with the way she would kiss me afterwards.

Somehow I was still waiting for her to lean back and play with my hair while she laughed at those late night shows I never really watch because she would always be the center of my attention. I hated how I was still reminded of her even though we're miles away.

Then again, we lived together for three years. She won't be that easy to forget.

The couch in Harry's living room was so comfortable to sleep on like the bed we had at home. After a few hours, I fell asleep with the TV still on.

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I woke up to the smell of someone's cooking. I walked to the kitchen and saw Harry holding a bowl of pasta with some of the strands spilling out from the bowl. The sink was filled with unwashed dishes. He was shirtless and his hair was messed up.

"Hey," I said.

"Oh, you're up? I'm sorry, I'm gonna finish this in a while." He said while he tossed a few ingredients into the pan. "Good morning, by the way."

"Good morning to you too, and no, take your time." I said while I sat at one of the chairs at the counter.

"I've seen what you left on the table." He said as he wiped his hands and then ran up the stairs. After a few seconds, he was running down the stairs with the list I've written last night.

"I'd like you to explain this to me. No offense, but this is kinda stupid." He sat in front of me.

"Okay first, this is not okay," I said as I pointed at his bare torso. "Especially when you're cooking. And always wear an apron."

"Geez, just run through the list so we can get this over and done with." He said.

"Okay first, no shoes on the bed, I think you know that already." I said and he just shrugged.