SPACES [Editing]

Conjugal property

Songs of the chapter:

- Where We Land by Ed Sheeran
- Where Do Broken Hearts Go by One Direction
- Gray or Blue by Jaymay

Louis Tomlinson

"Get dressed," Harry told me as he threw me a pillow while I was lying on the bed. I was still tired from teaching and it's been four days since I have fully recovered from my fever.

"Why?"

"Don't ask." He said. I hesitated at first, but I saw him grab another pillow so I stood up right away.

"You know what? You don't have to hurt me to make me do things." I told him.

"You're telling me that my fluffy pillows hurt you? I just don't get it, why you always have to say no to whatever I'm saying. Why is it so hard for you to agree with me?" He said.

I get what he's saying.

For the past few days we've been arguing about what we should eat, what flavor of pizza we should get, what temperature the room would be, and a lot of other small issues. Not serious fighting. We never got to agree on anything, we always end up throwing pillows at each other.

Sometimes I would even choose the opposite option just so he wouldn't get what he wants, even though I want the same thing. I'll admit, it's actually fun to see him getting mad at me. Sometimes we'd end up just laughing at things like normal friends would, but most of the time it's just play fighting.

"It's because someone has to be right. If I agreed with whatever you're saying, then we'd both be wrong." I said as I went inside the walk-in closet and took off my shirt. One side of the room was covered completely with a huge mirror so if you were turning that way, you could practically see everything that was happening in the room.

Harry followed closely behind me and undressed himself. I could see him from my peripheral vision, but I did not dare stare at him.

"I know what you want to see," he said.

"What do you mean?" I replied nervously.

"Nothing." He answered.

I grabbed a black shirt and a pair of black pants and moved to the other side to get dressed. Harry just stayed there, carefully picking a white shirt from his stack of white shirts.

It was weird how we treats each piece with such care, like how I would treat my students. I'm quite surprised he hasn't talked to them yet.

He has other types of clothes, most of them more expensive than they look. I don't get why some of them are so pricey but Harry seems to understand since he spends so much on branded clothes and shoes.

"You've been there before," he said. I thought he really was talking to his clothes, but then I looked at him and realized that he was talking to me so I responded.

"What? Where?"

"Where we're going. You've been there before. I just want you to see the place for what it really is, not for what people perceive it to be." He said as he went to the room adjacent to the closet. It was where he stores his shoes. My new shoes, the ones I got after the marriage, were also placed in there, just beside his.

I followed him and grabbed a pair of chucks before sitting beside him while was putting on his boots.

He was silent the entire time after that. He did not say anything else. I just followed him down the stairs, out of the house and into his car.