A week passes without a word from Louis. Harry thought he would be happy to finally have Louis out of his life, but the past week has felt empty without the constant texts and facetime calls from him. In a way, it feels like none of it ever happened. 

Harry glances down at his phone and smiles as he sees he got a DM from Taylor. 

8:56 PM

TSwizzle

Pumpkin spice lattes tomorrow before chem? 

HarrySTheBest

You already know it

As he clicks out of his messages with Taylor he sees a new notification sitting at the top of his screen. A message from Louis. Hurriedly, Harry taps on it. 

1 Week Ago

HarrySTheBest

Come and hang?

8:57 PM

Louis_T

Sorry. 

Been busy

Sure ig

Harry spends the next hour cleaning up the apartment so it's ready for when Louis comes. He hopes the situation with Taylor doesn't leave any lasting beef between the two of them and that they'll be able to move on. 

An hour and a half later, Harry's attention is drawn from his show towards the door as the sound of a knock fills the room. Nervously Harry stands and walks to the door, opens it, and sees Louis standing there. 

"I'm surprised you agreed to come," Harry says. Louis shrugs. He wears a thick maroon coat and a pair of skinny jeans. Stubble has started to dot his chin and jaw. For a moment, Harry almost finds him handsome. Quickly, however, Harry pushes this thought aside and allows Louis into the apartment. 

"I didn't think you wanted me here," Louis admits. Harry shakes his head as he motions for Louis to take a seat on the couch. 

"I don't mind you being here. You're good company, I guess," Harry says, not wanting to feed into Louis' ego. Harry enters the kitchen and grabs two Budlights from the fridge. He opens them both before joining Louis on the couch. 

"Want one," Harry asks as he offers one of the open bottles to Louis. Louis accepts and takes a sip of the beer. 

"See, I told you you'd come around," Louis teases as he props his feet up on the ottoman in front of him. 

"So, why did you want me to come over?" Louis asks. Harry shrugs, not quite knowing why he wanted Louis to come over either. He tells himself that it was because he was bored, but something else itches at him, something Harry doesn't truly want to admit. 

"I don't know, I figured I could use the company," Harry explains. A half-truth is better than the full-truth or a lie, he decides. 

"How about," Louis starts, "We watch something on Netflix." It's a good enough idea. Harry picks up the TV remote, opens Netflix, and shifts to the different movie options. He selects one at random not really caring what movie they watch. Louis doesn't seem to mind either as Harry selects a random Adam Sandler movie. 

"Do you mind if I grab another one?" Louis asks as he holds up the empty bottle of beer. Harry nods towards the fridge.

"Why don't you just grab the whole pack," Harry suggests as he holds up his own empty bottle. Louis nods as he stands and grabs the six-pack from the fridge. 

Harry sits on the opposite end of the couch from Louis and tries not to look at Louis as the movie plays. He tries to focus on whatever stupid jokes Adam Sandler attempts to deliver, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to focus. Whenever Harry does glance in Louis' direction, he finds that Louis seems entranced by the movie as he slowly sips on his beer. 

Halfway through the movie and two six-packs later, Louis reaches over to the remote and pauses the film. "Alrigh', but why's Lucy even giving Henry the time of day," Louis shouts. Harry shakes his head not knowing what Louis is talking about at first before realizing that he must be talking about the movie. 

"I don't know." Harry giggles, "Maybe she's got low standards." Louis shrugs but obviously doesn't accept this. He doesn't know what's funny... nothing's funny, but he laughs anyway. 

"It just doesn't make any fuckin' sense, like? Adam's not even fit and's got no redeemable qualities except that he's wealthy. I don't know how he manages to get the birds in his movies to go after 'em but they all seem proper chuffed to be with him, don't 'ey," Louis drags on loudly. 

Harry watches as Louis stands and wags a finger at Adam Sandler on the screen. His nose crinkles up and he squints his eyes and the look sends Harry into a fit of laughter. It makes his stomach cramp and his eyes water, but it's so funny Harry can't stop. 

Finally, Harry manages to catch a breath and giggles out, "Sounds like someone may be projecting." Louis turns on him fast. He turns his squinted eyes towards Harry and purses his lips, but before Louis can respond Niall appears in the living room.

"Can you guys quiet down some? I'm trying to study," Niall explains through an exhausted sigh. 

Louis crosses his arms as he says, "Can you guys quiet down some? I'm trying to study," in an over-Americanized accent and about three pitches higher than his normal voice. Harry laughs even harder at Louis' impression of Niall. 

Through his own laughter, Harry hears Niall mutter something out, and through his tears, he sees Niall walks away. Drunk Harry doesn't care a bit. He finds the entire situation to be entirely funny, especially Louis, who still stands in the middle of the living room walking around complaining in an American accent about his studying. 

"This flim's rubbish," Louis complains loudly. Harry's managed to control his seemingly uncontrollable laughter and sits on the couch, a smile plastered across his lips. His vision is blurry from the tears of laughing so hard and his stomach cramps, but the only thing he feels is pure joy. 

"Do me next," Harry cheers loudly, wanting to see what Louis' impression of him would be. Louis considers this for a moment. 

Harry's green eyes watch Louis as he slowly drags a hand through his hair. Loud laughter escapes Harry as Louis dramatically bites his lip and walks over to the standing lamp in the corner of the room. 

"Hello, ladies, I'm Harry, but you can call me tonight. I'm so straight and manly," Louis slurs, his voice dropping an octave. Harry erupts in another fit of giggles as he watches Louis flirt with the lamp. 

"I don't sound like that," Harry wheezes as he falls to the floor laughing. Louis walks over to him with a defined sway to his walk. 

Harry stops laughing as Louis stands right above him. Glazed, blue eyes glance down at Harry in a way that makes Harry's insides swirl together and the smile disappears from his face. Louis' eyes crawl their way down Harry's body and Harry wants to stretch out so Louis can see him better, but doesn't. Harry doesn't move as Louis' eyes devour every inch of his body.

"Got ya," Louis whispers before breaking out into laughter. In his own giggles, Louis winds up on the floor with Harry, who hasn't moved. Neither says anything as Louis' giggles slowly die down and they're left in silence. 

"Let's go to my room, my bed is comfier than the floor," Harry suggests. 

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