The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

Fourteen

Hi (:

I finished reading tired tired sea and it's just amazing, I can never write something as beautiful as that.... aaahh!!

Um...sorry......

The next morning, Zayn was in the kitchen preparing the breakfast and tea. Liam was still sleeping.

"Zaayyyynn"

Zayn heard Louis' not so loud shriek as he was running towards the kitchen. He stumbled upon Zayn, almost spilling the tea from the cup he was holding.

"What the fuck Tommo?", Zayn asked in annoyance.

"Is that really Harry?!", Louis asked him anxiously and with blushed cheeks, he was clearly hyperventilating.

Zayn smiled, "Yeah!"

"How the hell did he end up here!? In my fucking bed?!", Louis asked him, almost jumping.

"I knew it. You don't remember anything from last night, do you?", Zayn asked him.

Louis was confused, "I kind of remember him smiling, with those dimples and all that, but I thought it was a dream! I am completely shocked to see him holding me like that, in my fucking bed!", he said.

Zayn sighed and then told him the details from the previous night and from the day when he and Liam met Harry for the first time.

Louis looked at him with wide eyes.

"Out of all the colleges on the earth, he had to choose this one?", Louis was worried.

"And what's wrong with that? Don't act like you're not happy about it!", Zayn said in a serious tone.

"I'm not happy! Jesus! Zayn I thought you knew it, did you forget about his homophobic dad?! Did you forget about my.......ex boss!", Louis trailed off, he was still breathing heavily.

"Your boss? NT? He is in jail you idiot, you had told me that you're no longer associated with him in any ways! And just because Harry's dad is homophobic, you can't tell him to leave you!", Zayn told him.

"It's not that easy Zayn! It's not easy, you have no idea....", Louis was about to tell something else but

"Hi Harry!", Zayn said as Harry stood near the kitchen entrance, hesitatingly.

"Hi", Harry said with a smile and his gaze landed upon Louis.

"Don't hurt him idiot!", Zayn whispered in Louis' ear and then moved out of kitchen.

* * *

When Harry woke up that morning, Louis was not there. He was both disappointed and excited but the latter feeling was dominating. He wondered if Louis was as excited as he was to meet him. He expected Louis to stay in bed and freakout with joy when he'd see him, but Harry didn't know if that happened, since he was asleep when Louis woke up.

Harry once looked around himself, observing Louis' room, he hadn't seen it properly the last night, as he was so busy watching Louis sleep. The room was quite simple, very messy. Football jerseys, a few pair of socks scattered everywhere. There was a study table beside the not so big window. A few books were there on it, and were kept neatly, in contrast to the rest of the things in the room. Harry remembered how much Louis wanted to be in a uni, he was very serious about studies. At one end of the table, near the window, there was a framed photo, Harry walked towards it curiously. It was a beautiful woman's photo who looked almost like Louis. Harry assumed that it was his mum, then he felt a sudden pang in his chest as he remembered that she had cancer. He wanted to know what happened to her after that.