So.. Hi?
I've given my exam today.. And I'm free now.. For a while. So, as promised I'll update this.
Sorry for the long long wait loves, I know this has been left for a long time now..
Enjoy x.
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Louis looks around in the apartment, he calls his 'house'. It's only 7:00 A.M. right now. Harry is still sleeping. Thank God.
Actually, Harry should only come here for sleeping. Not that kind of sleeping though. No way in hell. Simple and innocent sleeping. That Louis can tolerate. Harry should stay out all day and come back when Louis has already slept. This would make Louis' life so much more easier.
The both of them should absolutely stay away from each other. That will be the best.
'Oh no! What will happen when the boys come to know about this?! ' Louis panics as he hears his phone blaring 'Chainsaw' with LIAM flashing on the screen. Fucking hell. It had to be Liam out of all?!
Great. Fucking GREAT.
The phone call couldn't have waited for later? No. Because Liam is always worried about Louis. Especially since...
''LOUIS! Why don't you pick up the phone on time?! Always making me worry! Did you sleep? Did you--''
"No, Liam." Louis sighs, ending Liam's rant, exasperated.
"What? Am I not allowed to be worries about my best friend who hasn't called me and hasn't answered his phone? Because let me tell you-"
"Liam, I'm fine! Oh god. Take a deep breath. Snog Niall. And calm down. I was sleeping. Who the fuck calls at 7 in the morning, Lima?!" Louis yells out.
His frustration on living with Harry has put him in a bad mood. Moreover, his couldn't sleep all night.
Poor Liam. He had to face the wrath..
".. Louis? Has something happened? I sense something off, mate." Liam states, worriedly.
Louis hasn't yelled like that. At Liam out of all, since that one time..
Louis swallows. Liam can usually sense his problems.. Well, he used to catch on every wrong thing before he fell arse over tits for Niall.
"No! I am fine. The kitty is fine. We're all fine. See? Nothing out of place mate. Speaking of the kitty, I still have to name it. I was thinking of-"
Louis is cut off by a shrill voice. Too chirpy. And Irish. .
Of course, Niall is a goofball, even at 7 fucking A.M. in the morning.
"Liam! Hand me the phone, darling." Niall says in a sickly sweet voice, that makes Louis wants to gag.
He doesn't need to hear all the kinks of his best mates. He'd like to live without that piece of information and that picture in his mind. Thank you very much.
He thinks he hears Liam murmur a highly inappropriate innuendo, but he doesn't pry. God forbid, Niall would be more than happy to narrate all of their ''private'' lives. Louis can't survive this, without getting scarred.
"Hi Louis! So, what about naming the kitty?! Tell me. Tell me!"
Niall says, oblivious to the fact that Louis was trying to stray the conversation from the earlier topic.
Shaking his head, Louis humours Niall by humming along with the excited chatter Niall has going on. Adding a few words of acknowledgement here and there.
Finally after making Louis promise that he would take Niall's suggestions into consideration, when he finally decides to name the kitten, Niall hangs up.
Making himself a cuppa and some toast, burnt of course, Louis hops on the counter forgetting everything and concentrating on his tea and toast.
The environment is peaceful and serene. That is until, the aforementioned kitten bumps into Louis' legs and tries climbing up his legs.
Louis giggles.
Just then a thud is heard.
Louis turns around to see none other than Harry Styles, only in his boxers, trying to sort out.. Flowers..? Wait what?
Either the lack of sleep is leading to Louis hallucinating, or Harry fucking Styles is actually blushing. And sorting out the flowers in the vase. Which. Weird as fuck.
Louis coughs and chokes on the toast when Harry turns around to see the abs.
Harry has indeed been working out.
Which is okay. Louis doesn't see the big deal. No. Nope. He's not affected by some stupid, legit hot, abs.
Louis is over Harry. Moreover, he has a boyfriend. Fake or not. A boyfriend is a boyfriend.
Shaking his head, and with an annoyed look Louis drops the teacup and plate in the sink and gathers the kitten, shoving past Harry to go up the stairs.
But of course, the kitten has to lick his hand suddenly making him squeal.
Which leads to Harry turning around and thus Louis to slip. In. His. Arms. Like a damsel in distress.
The kitten held between them and Louis' arms trapped between Harry's chest. Shirtless chest.
This was a bad idea. A very very bad idea. To even let Harry inside the flat was a horrible idea. The worst ever.
"Let. Me. Go." Louis grits out, twisting and turning in Harry's arms. While the kitten mews helplessly.
Harry blinks and sets Louis down. Literally picks him up and sets him aside. And then walks towards the kitchen as if this was some routine occurrence.
But then again, Louis can't count just how many times he has managed to fall into Harry's arms. So he can't exactly blame Harry..
'God is a traitor..' Louis decides, and climbs up the stairs, whilst scolding the kitten.
After all this was the kitty's fault. Not Louis'.
After a long shower, he still keeps the door open because of the claustrophobia, Louis hops down the stairs ready to go to school.
He and Stan have to discuss the whole dance fiasco so, Louis is not that excited though.
Harry is just getting his car keys and walking out of the door when Louis reaches the front door. He had already given the kitty to Mrs. Dawson, their friendly neighbour, who was an old and sweet lady.
Louis scoffs as he sees Harry twirling the keys around.
"Show off.." He mutters as he calls Stan to pick him up. Liam and Niall were at school early because something 'urgent' came up.
Liam. Always the good boy.
Niall. Always the nice lad.
They make a perfect couple.
They are like lovesick puppies.
Too cute and too sweet, you can't help but coo at them yet can't look at them without having diabetes.
Just as Harry steps out and out in the porch, Stan arrives.
Louis smiles locking the door, skipping down to where Stan is waiting in his Mercedes.
Oh yeah. Stan is rich. Or well, his step dad is.
They drive off, oblivious to the burning eyes following them and the tightened hands on the steering wheel of someone's car.
Ignorance is bliss, though.
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How was this? Not one of the nice chapters.. But I'll put a new.. Hopefully better than this shit one, soon.
Oh and guess whose blindfold fell off?
Yup. Mine. As you know, I liked Taylor Swift. But, I didn't know she could be this pathetic such as to lie to her own fans. I am very upset.. And deeply hurt by Taylor..
Anyways, enough of my crap.
All the love,
LarryHaveBabiesx.