SPACES [Editing]

When it rains

Song of the chapter:
-Sunburn by Ed Sheeran

Harry Styles

"I know what you're doing," I told Louis. I've noticed for the past two nights that he stays up, waits for me to fall asleep, and then 'accidentally falls asleep on the couch'. I know he doesn't want to literally sleep with me, but does he really need to do that?

"I'm not going to let you sleep on that couch again." I said.

"But I like it here." He said as he was munching on cereals. It's dinner time and that's what he eats. Cereals.

"You can't fucking live there, I don't want my couch to become like you. Sleep on the floor if you have to, but don't stay there. And you have your own side of the bed, remember?" I told him. Stupid argument, I know. He probably wasn't comfortable with the fact that he was going to literally sleep with a guy, but what else can we do?

"I thought you hated rules?" He answered as he changed the TV channel.

"I don't hate rules, I just don't believe they're necessary, at least not in this case."

"To me, they're important. So unless you're willing to come to a compromise, I'm going to stay here every night. It's a win-win situation. You can have the bed for yourself and I won't have to stay with you." He answered.

"I don't want you to sleep there." I said. I didn't know why it was so important for me that he didn't sleep there, all I know is that I hated how he was trying to avoid me when I did absolutely nothing wrong.

Besides, that couch is probably uncomfortable and he might get back pains and I wouldn't want to send him to the hospital.

I hate it when things don't go my way. I don't like that he's blatantly just disagreeing with me, choosing whatever it is that's against my decisions.

"You know what? You can't fucking sleep anywhere in this house but on the bed." I told him. Hah. Maybe that should convince him.

"What? You're letting me stay in and then you're kicking me out?! What will I do with all of my things?" He asked me.

"Your things can't harm me so they can stay here. You, however, will sleep outside." I said. I walked over to the couch, carried him, and then brought him outside. He probably will go back anyway, since my house didn't have doors.

I put him down at the far end of the garden near the pool. I walked back inside the house and sat on the living room couch, crossed my legs, crossed my arms in front of me and looked at him.

"So here are your options. One is you can suffer and endure every extreme environmental condition outside without the warmth of a blanket and technology, or you can enjoy life's luxuries if you come back in and sleep on the bed." I said, loud enough so he could hear me.

He stared back at me with a blank expression and turned his back on me.

He really was stubborn, wasn't he?

I turned the TV on and put on one of the lifestyle channels. Chef Gordon Ramsay was cooking and I turned the volume up just so he could hear and sulk in envy.

He walked a bit closer to the glass walls, sat on the edge of the pool, and played with the water and I watched him as he did that.

As much as I hated to admit, I admire the person that he was. I didn't have to spend that much time with him to know how much of a good person he is. While we were unpacking his things, I noticed how organized he kept them.