Radioactive Water (Louis Tomlinson) BOOK 2

Chapter 2 - Going back to Doncaster

Chapter 2 – Going back to Doncaster

“Are you sure you packed everything?” Harry asked me. He was lying down on my bed, facing the ceiling and his hands folded underneath his curly head.

“Yes, I did.” I huffed, sitting down on my bright yellow suitcase. “I only need to close this,” I muttered while I put all my weight on the poor suitcase and tried to close the zipper, without success.  

Harry laughed from my bed. “Get of the suitcase, I’ll do it.”

I rolled my eyes and hopped of, sitting down cross-legged on the floor. I watched Harry jump of the bed and stretch his long limps before he stalked over to my suitcase with a confident smirk on his face.

He bent down and zipped the suitcase closed with a flick of his wrist.

I found myself staring at him with my mouth agape in disbelief. “How come it won’t work when I try and then you come along and do it at once.” I frowned.

Harry just shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe the suitcase likes me more?” He joked.

I sighed and stood up to place my phone and wallet in my pockets. I also walked around my place, to see if I packed anything. Sometimes I tend to forget to pack something and I only find out last minute, or in the airplane. This time it seemed like I forgot nothing. All this time Harry followed me around, kind of resembling a puppy.

“Harry?” I addressed the younger boy, he hummed in response and I knew he was somewhere else with his head. Typical. “Harry!” I said a bit louder this time, making Harry jump and look at me wide-eyed. “When I’m gone and Liam and Niall appear, call or text me, okay?” I asked when I knew he was listening to what I said, and he wasn’t in what I called ‘Harry-world’.

“Of course,” he promised me and I smiled gratefully.

I swung my shoulder bag over my shoulder and took the suitcase in my left hand to drag it along with me to my waiting car. “Oh, and Harry?” I asked with my hand at the doorknob.  

Harry looked at me with one of his eyebrows raised and his hands in the pockets of his purple Jack Wills hoodie. “Don’t clean my place when I’m gone!” I told him with a pointed glare.

He pouted at me. “Why don’t you even ever clean your place? How can you even live here?” He asked me wide-eyed. His green eyes wide in horror. Probably Harry was really wondering how I could survive without cleaning my place on a daily basis. Harry had a light case of OCD, with him everything had to be clean and in order, which was the opposite of how I worked. Sometimes I wondered how we could be best friends, we were as different as day and night. But then again, maybe that’s the reason as to why we were best friends.

I shrugged my shoulders at the boy who was still waiting for my answer; I twirled the keys to my grey Porsche around my ring finger and replied. “Because I’m the Tommo.” I grinned.

Harry gaped at me, but before he could reply, I had already opened the door and I stalked outside yelling after me, with my right hand in the air as a wave. “Happy days, Harry! I will miss you!”

I slammed the door closed behind me and placed my Aviator Ray Ban sunglasses over my eyes to prevent being recognized and I was looking at the ceiling for a while, whistling the tune to What Makes You Beautiful. I looked back in front of me and just in time to avoid bumping into the old lady that also lived in this apartment-complex, she always wore a hat of some sorts and she often held a cat in her arms. This time was not different, she was stroking a small white with grey kitten behind her ears. She shot me a glare as I walked past and I gave her my most innocent smile. She never seemed to like me and I have no idea why. She never even bothered to talk to me.