Louis
I've been living here for two weeks. The first of which; I literally sat around doing nothing, procrastinating unpacking until I ran out of paper plates. The second week, Harry came over and basically unpacked everything for me.
Turns out, he's really good at organizing stuff. I don't think my place has ever been this organized in my life.
Not even when I lived with my mum.
"Did you even plan on unpacking?" Harry picked up one of the few boxes left, marked 'Kitchen' in Zayn's messy handwriting.
"Yeah, but I was just going to, like, throw everything in the floor," I walked into the kitchen with him to try to help, then be told I'm doing everything wrong and should stop. It's been happening all week. "I'm really not very organized,"
"Please don't be messy," he gave me a look, "We're neighbor's and I can't sleep knowing that your apartment is potentially a huge mess,"
"Do you have, like, a disease or something?" I tried to not sound judge mental when I said that, but I really, really failed.
"No," he smiled a little, trying to hold in laughter, "Doctor said I'm fine, I just have a knack for organization," he winked and went back to placing the silverware into a drawer.
"You went to the doctor about it?" I raised my eyebrows and started putting plates away.
"Hey, sorry, could you just like, sit down and let me do this? You really suck at unpacking," Harry laughed and placed his hands on my shoulders to push me into a seat at the kitchen table, "and my mother made me when I was younger,"
"Is there a story about this?" A smile played on my lips as I asked, wanting to hear about twelve year old Harry bleaching the walls or something.
"Another time, yeah?" He replied quickly and turned back around, filing the forks into a neat pile that I was sure I would accidentally mess up the moment he leaves.
"Alright," is it bad that a little part of me hopes he's gay? I mean, it's likely because he's living in a literal purple apartment that has little flowers all over it and is currently standing at the counter with what I'm pretty sure is a woman's shirt. But, hey, ya never know.
"Sorry, I'm in a little bit of a rush, I don't want to be here when I have to go to work," he leaned back a little bit so he could look at me while he talked, but turned back around to focus on the pots and pans he had began placing on hooks he had put up yesterday.
Harry's really done a lot for my apartment. I should thank him later.
"Does my place smell weird or...?"
"No! No, it's just they send people to come get me and they're kinda rude, I didn't want to subject you to that," he turned around, leaning against the counter.
"Oh, that sounds.... Nice" I smiled at him as he turned back around and moved on to the lazy Susan.
"It's not that bad, they're just my ride so I don't see them that often,"
"Is it tiring to work at night?" I watched as he sat down at the table across from me, having put away everything from the last kitchen box.
"Only on the weekends when we're really busy. I get a lot of, uh, requests," he blinked a little bit at that, "We can finish your room tomorrow if you'd like," he suggested.
"Awesome," I smiled at him, "You know you're amazing right?"
"Thank you," he smiled, "Do you want to watch a movie, maybe? I don't go in for like, 3 hours,"
"I thought you were in a rush to get out," I smirked at him, watching him swing his hips as he walked into the living room.
"I didn't know how long it'd take to unpack your kitchen," he stuck his tongue out at me and plopped down on my couch, grabbing my remote and flipping through the channels. I had gotten cable hooked up last week and it's literally all I've been doing.
"How about we try Netflix, you child," I took the remote from him and sank down onto the sofa next to him.
"Are you trying to suggest Netflix and chill?" He placed his hand on his chest in mock-offense, "I don't know what kind of boy you take me for, but-" he cut off, watching me pick out the movie.
"I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of such a young and innocent soul,"
"M'not young I'm nineteen," he poked my face like it would prove he was a mature adult.
"Not young," I made air quotes as I said it, settling on watching Lilo&Stitch because Harry said it was his favorite.
This is how it had been all week. Harry had come over, insulted my unpacking and organization skills, then we ended up doing dumb shit until he had to go to work.
Turns out, he is in fact gay. Which is awesome for me. Maybe.
"Look at how cute he is," Harry beamed at my television when Stitch was at the beach with Lilo and her family, "He's a little ball of love,"
"Why don't we ever watch tv at your place?" I asked, propping my feet up on the table, "I've only been there, like, once,"
"I don't have cable, or Netflix," he fixed the hem of his white shirt, the beaded collar making a soft tinkling sound as it hit his chest. "Your couch is warmer too," he wrapped himself tighter in the blanket he has taken to using when he comes over.
I just leave it on the back of the couch so he can grab it when he wants it.
"You're ridiculous," I flicked his nose playfully.
"You're ridiculouser," he poked my chest.
"You're ridiculousest," I finished, crossing my arms, thinking I've beat him.
"You're that amount of ridiculous plus one," he raised an eyebrow in challenge to that.
"You're a child," I pushed at his arms.
"Shit," he mumbled as he fell back, his eyes locked on the clock behind me.
"I have to go to work in twenty minutes," he frowned, "I think this is the first time I don't want to go to work,"
"You've got to go," I rolled my eyes, "Got to make that money, money, money," I started singing, Harry laughing nervously in reply.
"Oh!" He cut off the short silence that had fallen between us, "I know I don't have that much time, but I made another cake and I can't eat it, do you want a piece?" He clasped his hands in front of his chest hopefully.
"Trying to get me fat, are you?" I narrowed my eyes at him, but stood to follow him to his apartment anyways. He has really good cake.
"You're the only one who still eats it!" He laughed, "I think everyone else is sick of it!"
"Why do you keep making it if no one eats it?" I laughed as he unlocked his flat, kicking his shoes off and pattering into the kitchen, his socked feet making light taps against the wooden planks of his kitchen floor.
"I love baking," he cut the cake smoothly, "I loooooove it," he giggled and handed me a small plate with little painted leaves all over it and a small slice of chocolate cake.
"I think the lads are going to love me living here, just because you are so good at making cake," I smiled at him, watching him fight off a frown.
"Do you not like my friends?" I widened my eyes, he always got kinda quiet when I mentioned them.
"They called me a twink," he let the frown take over his features
I hadn't ever seen him upset, he's had a smile on his face since the day I met him, so of course I immediately wanted to make him feel better. Who wouldn't?
"Hey, they didn't mean it," I placed my hand on his bicep platonically, a little surprised by how firm his arm was, "I can get them to apologize if you want,"
"No, it's fine," he shook his head, letting his smile reemerge on his lips, "Maybe you can invite them over and we can get to know one another?" He proposed, crinkling his nose cutely as he asked.
"Yeah that'd be awesome, I'll text em' when I get back over-"
"Harry! It's seven!" A voice called through Harry's apartment, followed by the door slamming closed.
I looked at Harry in confusion, only seeing his eyes widen in surprise before he looked to the clock and then to me.
"Crap," he pushed me to the ground and motioned for me to crawl under the bar.
I started to ask what the fuck he was doing, but he held a hand out slyly to tell me not to.
"C'mon, virgin, we're taking you to work," the voice came from right over my head, from the other side of the bar.
"Uh, okay," Harry grabbed a duffle bag that had been hidden between the fridge and the cabinet, "Can I have a minute, to get my stuff together?" He asked quietly, getting a gruff 'hurry' in return before I heard footsteps, signaling we were alone.
"Sorry," he crouched down beside me, the collar of his shirt hanging low; making me have inappropriate thoughts about the boy.
"You're a virgin?" I kinda wanted to laugh, I mean, Harry seemed the type.
"That's what they call me," he replied, unzipping his bag and sifting through the contents, mouthing out a short inventory before zipping the bag and returning his attention to me, "Can you lock up after we leave, wait like, ten minutes and then leave if you would, like you don't have to, but I would appreciate it," he patted my thigh and stood up gracefully before walking out of the room and out of the apartment. His departure signaled by the soft click of his front door and the man who had come in starting to talk about how busy it was tonight.
"What the fuck," I whispered to myself once I was alone.
Jesus Christ I need to call Liam and curse him out for forcing me to move into an apartment next to possibly the hottest guy on the planet.
And I need to kill Niall for finding this place online.
And I really really need a wank now, for no reason at all. Harry's just hot. And a virgin. He really is innocent.
Thanks Harry.
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I HAVE FLUID IN MY LUNGS. GREAT.
Not that anyone asked... 😅😅😅