Louis
As much as Louis didn’t like it, Liam enjoyed being next door, so Louis, unless he wanted to stay in for the weekend, usually went over with him. Well, not with Liam, since Liam went over at some god foribben hour, but still. Louis was usually there before 1, which was early enough for him.
It seemed, though, that Liam was always with Zayn. So Louis was stuck with Harry.
“We could-” Harry started to say on Sunday, as they were sitting in his basement, just… Sitting there. Their basement was huge, and was set up with one half of the wall covered in movies, one wall was covered in a screen, with a progector over head. There were 4 rows of seating, all long, comfy couches. Louis and Harry were sitting in the front row.
“No.” Louis cut off stubbornly, crossing his arms.
“How about-”
“No.”
“Uh-”
“No.”
“L-”
“No.”
Harry huffed, realising he wasn’t going to get a word in with Louis being as stubborn as he was. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” He rushed out quickly, trying to get it out before Louis cut him off.
“No.” Louis said at first, before biting his lip slightly. “What do you have…?” Harry smirked slightly at him, but Louis held out a hand to cut him off. “If you’re going to be a cocky shit, I’ll leave.”
“Why are you here, anyways?” Harry didn’t mean to be rude, it just kind of came out that way. But he wasn’t going to correct himself either, he had a reputation to uphold.
“Rude.” Louis muttered, then added louder, “I’m waiting for Liam and if I stay home, I’ll get put to work unpacking. I mean, I’m male, but does this body look like it’s meant to be lifting things?”
Harry took that as an instinctive to check Louis out. “It’s a hot body.” He said cheekily.
Louis made a slight disgusted noise and rolled his eyes, but there was a faint pink on his cheeks from the compliment. “Eyes on my face, asshole.” He was determined to stick to his ‘hate Harry’ plan. He wasn’t about to go for a jerk again.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing babe.” While Louis was determined to hate Harry, Harry was determined to make Louis like him. He didn’t do well with not being liked. It was probably an alpha thing. Or him always getting the girl (or guy) he wanted. Probably that.
“Just pick a movie.” Louis sighed, only just holding himself back from pinching his nose in annoyance. So far his plan to hate Harry? Going pretty good. He didn’t even have to try, Harry was just natural to hate (Lie. It was hard but Louis would never admit that. Not even to himself).
Harry just kept up his smirk/smile, and went over to the wall covered in cupboards and opened the farthest one from Louis, pulling out a movie right away. He moved over to where the DVD player was, and put the movie in.
Louis was highly surprised when the movie title came up, Love Actually. “You like this?”
“My favourite movie.” Harry admitted without shame. He was a bit of a mama’s boy, even if he spent hours training with his father.
“I wasn’t downing it. My favourite’s Titanic-” Louis cut himself off slightly when he realised he was being to have an actual conversation with Harry.
He (Harry) didn’t notice the other boy cut himself off. “That’s depressing though.”
Louis shrugged, but talked, unable to help it. “It’s a classic love story.”
“He dies though!” Harry insisted, as the beginning scene played on the screen. Neither boy played mind to it.
“Rather die then be an asshole.” Louis couldn’t help but grin slightly. It was something he had said to Liam before, after one of his boyfriends cheated on him and they were watching Titanic.
Harry grimaced slightly. “Ouch. That’s a little rough.”
“I’ve been around that block a few times, rather not go back.”
“You like assholes?” Harry was surprised, but good. He could do asshole. Asshole was basically his entire game plan.
“I hate assholes.” Louis said viciously.
Then again, asshole was his only game plan and he was screwed if he wanted to screw Louis.
“Right… Who doesn’t?” Harry laughed somewhat nervously.
Harry was saved from saying anything else embarrassing by Liam and Zayn coming in (Zayn on Liam’s back). “What’d you- Jesus Harry, really?!” Zayn said, crashing next to him on the couch. “We watched this last night.”
Harry shrugged, “So?”
Zayn copied his actions, leaning against Liam. “Liam’s-” Zayn cut himself off, looking at Louis for a moment. Liam whispered something in his ear, and the other boy’s eyes went wide.
“What about Liam?” Louis pressed, curious.
“Nothing.” Zayn and Harry both rushed out quickly.
Now Louis was interested. “What? What about Liam who just so happens to be sitting behind you Zayn, and also happens to be my best friend who tells me everything.”
A quick flash of guilt crossed over Liam’s face, before he forced himself to hide it, but not before Louis saw it. “Nothing… It’s just uh… Zayn’s teaching me self defense, and I guess he wanted to show off that I was getting better?”
“So, why couldn’t you tell me that without the whole… Thing.” Louis waved his hands
“Oh, uh…” Liam tried to say.
Harry slapped the couch and got up. “I’m starving, and my mum’s probably made food. Who wants some?” He pressed pause on the remote, and waited for the others to respone.
Louis raised an eyebrow at the others, wondering what they were hiding, but not willing to ask (at least, not ask Harry or Zayn. Liam? That’s another story). “I’m starving.” Liam said, getting up as well and offering a hand to Zayn.
Zayn smiled at him as he took the other’s hand. “Anne makes the best food.” He said to Louis, who got up as well (ignoring Harry’s hand).
Harry looked mock hurt, but it was at Zayn. “I thought you said you liked my cooking best Zaynie!”
Zayn huffed in laughter, and rolled his eyes fondly. “I like your baking. Your cooking’s good, but no where near as good as your mum’s.”
“You bake?” Louis couldn’t help but ask as they climbed the stairs to get to the main level, which was already buzzing with people. “Holy shit, does your entire family leave here?”
“Yeah.” Harry said, to the first question, and shrugged in repsonse to the second one. “Something like that.” He muttered, refering to the second one.
Louis winced sympathically, unable to help it. “That must suck. I’ve only got Liam and my four sisters, and I’m ready to commit murder.”
Harry laughed, a real one. Not something fake like Louis was used to from guys like Harry. Or the type of guys that Louis had grouped Harry with. “I actually don’t mind all the people. It’s nice.”
They had arrived in the kichten, where one woman was standing, actually making food. It looked like… “Sandwiches? I’ll take some of those.” Harry grinned, swooping in and trying to steal some before his mother (or, who Louis was guessing was) slapped his hand away.
“Ah ah ah!” She said, placing the last one on top. “Guests first Harold. You know the rules.”
Harry rolled his eyes, as Liam, Zayn and Louis took a sandwhich (well, Louis took one, but Liam and Zayn took 3). “Hey! You’re not slapping Zayn’s hand away! He definetly doesn’t count as a guest!” Harry protested as Zayn smirked.
“I don’t live here mate, I’m a guest.” Zayn bite into one of his sandwiches as Harry took 4. 4. Jesus Chirst, these people eat like there’s no tomorrow. Louis thought.
“You might as well live here.” Harry grumbled, before the 4 of them headed back downstairs to the basement.
“Harry!” His mother called after him, “Don’t forget you have to bake that cake for Micheal’s birthday on Sunday!”
“Yeah! I won’t!” Harry called back, rolling his eyes as they headed down the stairs. “He’s my cousin. Turning 15, it’s kind of a big thing for my family.”
Louis’ eyebrows furled together in confusion. 16, he got. 15? A little werid. “Don’t people make big celebrations out of their 16th, not their 15th?”
Harry shrugged, sitting back down where they were sitting before (Zayn and Liam were huddled a couple rows behind them). “My family’s a little different. Anyways, most of the kids want to spend their 16th with their friends, so we celebrate the 15th, all family.”
Louis nodded slightly, turning back to the TV screen.
-Ж-
The next morning, Louis woke up to Liam getting dressed and muttering to himself, nothing that Louis could make out though.
He decided to just continue pretending to be asleep, hoping that his body would realise, yes, this is sleeping time.
No such luck.
Espically with Liam’s clumisiness, falling all over the place. Idiot. Louis thought, slightly affectionatly.
“God damn it.” Liam muttered to himself, getting up. “You’d think I’d have better balance…”
Liam left the room with a small huff, and Louis opened his eyes. “There’s no way I’m getting back to sleep.” He admitted, and got up. He pulled on a pair of sweats and a hoodie that probably belonged to Liam, since it was much bigger than him. Louis headed down the stairs, towards the kichten and the back door. He grabbed an apple and walked out the door, only to be greeted with one of the biggest surprises ever.
Liam- his cousin- shifting into a goddamning wolf.
To say he dropped both the apple and his jaw would be a given.
“Holy fuck!”