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"You've got serious issues, mate." Niall points out. He moves his beer to the right. The loud music makes it hard to understand what he is saying. "He's helping out a lot, with money especially."
Louis takes a large sip of his rum coke. He leans closer to Niall and almost screams in his ear, "You say that because you believe his stupid act!"
Niall shrieks away, "Mate, I'm not deaf. He's not acting. He's nice. Everyone likes him, and he's been here for a week! You're the only one to catch a problem with him." He empties his beer and turns to Louis, who is now looking at him angrily.
"Well, because he bothers me." Louis admits, his voice an octove higher. He sets his glass down and adjusts his posture. "I'm telling you he's dodgy! He hasn't been to Uni once this week, and he's was out late the whole week."
Niall shakes his head amused, "Yeah, to catch up with Zayn. He works at the cinema. And he he's not a student, he's a teacher in training."
Louis raises an eyebrow, "What? How old is he?"
"26? I don't know, to be honest."
"But you said he's an exchange student." Louis counters confused, mindlessly gesturing for the bartender to get him a refill.
Niall nods, "Yeah, I didn't know either. Zayn told me. He's the student, and Harry is a teacher in training." He shrugs, "But it's no big deal, I probably overread it. You know I tend to confuse things."
"Mh!" Louis swallows the last sip, nodding enthusiastically in agreement. "Or he lied to you. I mean 26? He should own his own apartment by now."
Niall cooks an eyebrow, shifting on the dark red leather couch. "You know nothing about him. How can you be so judgemental." He says it calmy, but Louis detects the shift in the atmosphere pretty quickly. The lights are flickering above them. Louis shifts his eyes to the people on the dancefloor. "I'm not. I just don't think I like him."
Niall scoffs, "I can tell."
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Louis is not a stalker. He is an observer. An analytical genius if you will. He stalks along the wall on tip toes, slowly creeping up the bedroom on the left. It's late, and he should be in bed, but he isn't. There's nothing that could get him into his bed when Harry is in the house. Louis thought he may like him eventually, but no, there is no possible way. It's Wednesday, Louis was out drinking yesterday, and as he wandered home he saw a car parked and when he entered the apartment, there he was. Harry, in all his glory, swiping the room, in only his underwear. Louis felt violated. He was dancing around with the mop, cleaning. He cleans every single day. It's been seven days since he moved in and all he does is clean or sleep.
Enough is enough. It has been Niall and Louis since forever, now that Harry is doing all the labour, there is no spare minute for 'Niall and Louis' cleaning sessions. Niall is fond with Harry, he adores him and it sickens Louis.
Louis takes a deep breath and adjusts his posture in front of the door to Harry's room before he lifts his hand to tentatively knock. He takes a few steps back, pulling his shirt straight. His hands are sweating a little.
The door opens a tiny bit, Harry'shead peaks through."Yeah?" His eyes scan over Louis, his pupils blown.
"I want you to stop cleaning." Louis states, shifting from one foot the other, "It's annoying."
Harry looks at him with even wider eyes, "Excuse me?" He tilts his head.
Louis stands up straight, hands flying out of his pockets abd landing crossed over his chest, pressing down his anxiety.
"There are rules in this house and I want you to respect them." Louis grits. The breezing evening breeze washes over Louis, making him shudder. Harry must like his window open at night, noted.
Harry laughs. Full on belly-laugh. "You're going to forbid me to keep this mess clean?" He gestures to the pile of underwear in the left corner.
"No!" Louis starts to protest, but more than 'no' isn't in his head. "Well, yes." His shoukders sack in defeat.
"This is ridiculous, mate." Harry chirps, opening the door fully. His room is clean and freshly painted. The greyish walls now, bright white. Two be anbags in a forest green tone. They are placed right in front of the TV. Louis marvels at the numerous book on the shelf. Ever classic in order.
"You," Louis bores his finger into Harry's jersey. "Ridiculous."
