Everything is changing (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

“Are we there yet” Louis asked. The rain was still pouring and Louis’ clothes were soaking wet
“You said it was not far away” he hissed through clenched teeth, feeling himself growing annoyed. The person he was speaking to, however, did not seem to take notice of his questions. 
The dark haired boy, who had introduced himself as Harry, was still moving through the narrow streets, his long legs pacing over the street stones in a rapid tempo. 
The part of town they were now making their way through was completely unknown to Louis, making him feel dependant on the other boy, which he did not at all enjoy. And on top of that, his feet were hurting. 

“Harry!” the young noble once again attempted to attract the attention of the heap of bouncing curls walking in front of him. 
Louis could clearly hear the sigh that escaped Harry’s throat, and a small feeling of victory arose inside of him
“What?” Harry said, his voice dripping with annoyance
“How long still?” 
Harry suddenly stopped  in his tracks and turned around “We’re there. Happy now?” 
Louis did not like the way the other boy was smiling down on him. 
“Yes. Thank you very much” he quickly said before turning away from Harry’s dominating beam. 

Harry smirked another time before janking a fragile looking red wooden door, in front of which they had stopped, open. 
“Welcome in maison Styles” he said, making a sarcastic bow letting Louis enter first. 

Louis didn’t really know what he had expected in the first place, but this was most definatly not it. He knew that most peasants were poor and couldn’t afford the best furniture and stuff like that, but looking at this room, it turned out they didn’t evenhave furniture. 
The tiny space they were standing in was no bigger than five by six meter or something in that direction. An old wooden fruit container served as table, with three scruffy laps of fabric around it on the dirty floor. Chairs, Louis guessed. There was no light, except from the pale ray of moonlight penetrating through a window the size of his hand. On the floor was laying a rusty pot and some big rocks, on the ceiling was a thread of wire with some filthy clothes on it. 

“nice place” Louis voiceame out a bit higher than he had wanted
“yeah, that’s different from what you’re used to, isn’t it” Harry himself also seemed to scan the room. “But well" Harry said, clapping his hands as if to wake Louis from his trance "better get used to it noble boy, ‘cause I have the feeling this won’t be a one night stand” Harry winked. And no matter how hard he tried not to, Louis could feel his ears turn red  “great”

"Anyways, I don’t know what you are going to do but I’m gonna go to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day" Harry announced 
“Ehm yeah sure, of course” Louis muttered “where will I sleep?” 
“Ah good question noble boy” Harry pointed at one of the dusty corners of the room “there” 
Louis’ loud laugh filled to small room
“You are so funny, damn” he managed to blurt out in between his laughs, his eyes tearing up a bit. 
But when Louis noticed Harry was not laughing along, it dawned on him that maybe, just maybe, the curly haired had not been joking. 
“You are joking, aren’t you?” Louis' brows raised in disbelief, but as he spoke the words, the doubt in his own voice made him realise that Harry was not at all joking. 
“Whatever” Harry shrugged. He walked over to the other end of the room and to Louis' great surprise he pulled out, what seemed to be, a bag of stray from a hidden nook in the wall. 

“Wait, you get sleep on that while I must sleep there” Louis accusingly stated whilst pointing his finger at the filthy corner, his other hand on his hip. 
“Yup” Harry laconically replied. With another swift movement he pulled a thin blanket from the same place the stray had come from. 
Louis furrowed his brows
“Ah there’s a blanket too. Anything more in that magical corner of yours” 
Now Harry turned to the young noble
“Don’t look so angry, it makes you ugly” he said, before turning back to his extremely appealing bed. 
“What? I'm never ugly! Also, I’m your guest, aren’t you supposed to-“
Louis’ breath hitched in his throat the second Harry pulled his filthy white shirt over his head
that was one hell of a body 
“Is there a problem” Harry turned around.
sweet baby Jesus, the front was even better 
Louis swallowed thickly. “Um, no, no, not at all” Louis stuttered. Nudeness used to be a crime almost back in his old home. A tear in a servants sock once got his mother to faint…But this here in front of him…