Third Time's a Charm

First Time

[Louis' House, 2:03pm]

The first time it happened, Louis was peacefully sitting on his rather large couch, licking at the last remnants of sauce in his bowl. It's not like he doesn't have any etiquette with eating... it's just that he's a massive bowl licker. Pun very much intended.

After his bowl licking fest, he put his dishes in the sink with the other dishes he was supposed to wash. He sighed and thought about getting a maid or summat —he's too beautiful to do house chores anyways.

Plopping back down at the couch, he fished out his phone from his pocket to check his instagram and twitter feed. He's been posting a lot of pictures lately on instagram, so much that he literally doesn't have anything to post anymore. Having already taken a picture of ever corner of his massive house, hell, he even posted a picture of his washing machine already.

Scrolling down further on his instagram feed, one picture made him stop.

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It was a picture of Harry fucking Styles. Louis grimaced, why does Harry have a lot of likes? And more importantly, why is Louis even following him out of all people!

Actually...

He maybe accidentally followed Harry when Louis was stalking him. He maybe followed him on purpose just so he could be updated with Harry's hipster jibberish. But whatever. 

Louis clicked on Harry's profile and immediately unfollowed him, absolutely not before looking at some more of his pictures, no, absolutely not because that would be insane.

After unfollowing Harry Styles, he scrolled through his social media feeds once more and then switched off his phone.

It's a Sunday and Louis had nothing to do. He went through the option of netflix and chill but thought, what's the point of netflix and chill when you don't have someone to chill with and fuck with before a movie even finishes? Absolutely pointless.

He then thought about a pity party, masturbate over some cheap gay porn but decided against it since his dildo was in his room upstairs and he was too lazy to even get it.

While furiously racking up his brain for things to do, there was a knock on the door. 

Louis ignored it. Probably another Jehova's witness, he thought, trying to convince him about how great the Lord is and how Jesus saved him from all his sins.

As if he needed another reminder that he needs Jesus.

But the knocking was persistent and it didn't damn well stop until it started to make Louis' head throb because damn, it's 2 in the fucking afternoon and Louis was far from ready to socialize with the outside world.