"Nice outfit," Louis said upon seeing Harry, smiling as he looked him up and down. "Was that still in the closet?"
Harry nodded, watching as Louis scrubbed the sink, "Yeah. Are you cleaning?"
Louis nodded, "Believe it or not."
"I guess I have to believe it," Harry laughed, opening the pantry to inspect it. "Is it bad I'm already hungry?"
Louis nodded, "Yes." He felt like, at that moment, they were themselves again. Then he looked in the pantry, over Harry's shoulder, and saw nothing but a few boxes of pasta. "That's a sorry sight."
"I guess I'm on my own," Harry sighed, closing the door. "I can wait till lunch."
Louis smiled at him, wringing out the sponge and wiping his hands on his boxers, "I should probably get dressed, eh?"
Harry shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me."
Louis looked at him, almost scolding, and then said, "There any more clothes up there?"
"I just looked through my side of the closet," Harry said, "I don't know if you have any stuff up there."
"Wanna go check with me?" Louis asked.
Harry nodded enthusiastically and motioned for Louis to go ahead of him. The two made their way up the stairs, and Louis said, "Is that shower as nice as I remember?"
"Water pressure's kinda shit now," Harry replied.
"No way," Louis retorted.
"Yeah, I was less than impressed," Harry told him as they rounded the corner into their old bedroom.
One large walk-in closet, separated down the middle by a thin divider where they used to put their shoes, was off the bedroom to the right almost immediately after the door. Louis went to the left side, his side, and opened a drawer. Nothing but a few boxers.
"That might be useful," Louis commented, taking a pair, and then opening the drawer beneath it. Harry wandered the closet behind him, admiring the dark wood fixtures.
In the second drawer, Louis opened there were a few t-shirts, a pair of gym shorts, and a shoebox. He put down the boxers on the top of the drawers and took out the box. He didn't recognize it—it looked almost ancient, worn down on the edges and whatever logo that used to be on it nearly completely rubbed off.
But then he opened it.
It was filled with photos, and then he remembered—this is where he put all the pictures of him and Harry before they moved out. Every picture frame, photo on the fridge, photo stored in an album—right there, in that box. It had been a painstaking process for Louis that he felt necessary at the time; he had intended it to be healing, but just left him feeling spiteful. He remembers Harry getting to the house to pick up some furniture as he was finishing up taking the photos off the fridge, and Harry had said, looking equal parts annoyed and hurt, "Can't just leave em up?"
Louis didn't respond, almost acted like Harry hadn't just walked in. He forgot the extent of the anger he felt.
"Harry," he said, lifting off the top a picture of them, Harry not even seventeen, the first time they visited Doncaster. "Look at this."
Harry was soon at Louis side and taking the picture as Louis handed it to him, "So this is where all the pictures went."
"Shit," Louis remarked, picking up a photograph of Harry with Lou's daughter, the little girl holding Harry's cheeks between her small hands.
Harry smiled widely when he saw it, "Jesus. Look at her."
"Look at this," Louis said, moving rather quickly through the pictures, handing Harry a picture of him, Louis, and Johannah the day she got married.
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Fine Line || L.S.
Fiksi Penggemar(completed) "...hey, Harry. It's Louis...... um, yeah. Listened to the album tonight. It's really good mate. Um, yeah, just real, impressed. I was kinda putting it off, ya know, didn't know if I wanted to listen to it. Saw you went on James and, uh...
