Harry Styles Fancy Going Ballroom Dancing l.s.

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Louis groaned as he woke up. He sat up holding his shoulder. It was stiff from sleeping on the hardwood floor. Louis rubbed his eyes. He could feel the tear stains on his cheek. He didn't know what to think. He remembered what happened last night. He remembered all of it. Louis just didn't know what to do about it. He didn't know if he should do something about it.

He heard scratching noises coming closer to him. Clifford appeared around the corner.

"Hey buddy." Louis reached his hands out for Clifford's head to scratch behind his ears. He sat in front of Louis.

"You're probably hungry. I am too." Louis got off the floor and walked to his kitchen. Clifford was trotting in front of him. He walked to Cliffords bag of food first. He opened it, grabbed the cup that sat inside it and scooped it up. Cliff was trying to jump up and get the cup. Louis kept it on the other side of his body so he couldn't get it. After he poured it in Cliffs bowl he left him alone.

What is there to eat for breakfast? He opened multiple cupboards to find nothing seemed appetizing. He figured he'd be fine for a while.

Louis found his phone on the kitchen counter and it was dead. He picked it up and brought it to his bed room and plugged it in. He walked out of his bedroom to go outside to clean up the s'mores. The morning breeze hit his face. He walked over to the chairs picking up the marshmallow bag that was open.

Welp there go the marshmallows. Louis thought to himself. He picked up the rest of the food and brought it inside.

All louis could do was mope around the house. He didn't want to. But it's all he had energy for. He put the good food in the pantry and threw the rest out. The wine classes were still there. The bottle was too. He put the wine classes in the sink and put the bottle where it was.

Louis heard ringing from a distance. His phone was going off.

"Who the fuck is calling me?" Louis siged. His body moved slowly across the living room. He opened the door to his bedroom and walked around to his nightstand. He picked up his phone and didn't check who was calling.

"Hello?" Louis said. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Louis-" Louis never hung up on someone so fast. Harry called him and Louis didn't want to hear it right now. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to argue. He didn't even want to have a conversation with him. Harry texted him but he didn't look at what he said. He did look at what his manager sent him.

Manger: Please don't forget you have a studio session today at 2:50 pm.

Louis: Thank you for reminding me.

Bitch. He said to himself. Louis doesn't like him. Also Louis morning wasn't going so well. He checked the clock on his phone and it said 12:45. Louis put his phone in his pocket. He had time to kill so he decided he should brush his teeth and on the way to the studio he could stop and get something to eat. Louis slid off his yellow crew neck and threw it on a pile of dirty clothes. He turns on his bathroom light and walks to the counter.

(Switching perspectives it's going to be in harrys for a little bit then back to louis)

Harry

Harry was sitting on his phone trying to get Louis to talk to him. He didn't know what he wanted to say though. Maybe apologize. He didn't know if he had to apologize. He got scared. He didn't want anything to go further than the make out session. It felt right though. It felt perfect. It felt like a piece that was lost was found. He dreamt of the kiss that night and other things.

The body that was next to Harry moved and faced him. Harry didn't look at him.

"Good morning Lou- love." Harry tried to cover it up. The guy next to him didn't seem to notice.