Louis' never been so nervous.

His room has never been so clean, either. He imagines Harry's room, probably painted pink and white, is always spotless, and he doesn't want him to think he's a slob.

The doorbell rings, and Louis just about dies. He's actually shaking. He doubts Harry even gives a damn about him, but he's so anxious.

Louis rushes downstairs so there's no chance his Mum will answer the door and say something to embarrass him.

"Hi," Harry says when Louis opens the door. Louis smiles wearily, leading Harry into the house. "This house is huge, wow."

"'Ve got lots of siblings," Louis shrugs as they walk upstairs. "We need the room."

"How many?" Harry asks, looking around and smiling at all the pictures on the walls. Louis looks back at him.

"Five younger sisters," He replies, and Harry's eyes widen. "And one younger brother. My brother and one of my sisters are just babies."

"Aw," Harry gives him a warm smile as they walk into Louis' room. Harry looks around at all the posters on the walls. "I love Gorillaz," He says as he looks at the poster on the wall.

Louis beams. "Really?" He asks, and Harry nods. "I don't meet a lot of people our age who are fans."

"My dad likes their music," Harry explains, sitting down at Louis' desk chair and crossing his legs. He sets his rucksack down in front of him and bends over. "I got two copies of The Blind Side from the library."

"Oh, wow, thanks," Louis says, taking the book from Harry and flipping through the pages. "And thanks for agreeing to read it. I don't take you as a big fan of American football."

"'S fine," Harry shrugs. "I don't mind."

"Louis!" A tiny voice calls out from the hallway. Louis watches as his younger sister, Phoebe, enters without knocking. She stares at Harry. "Who's this?"

"This is Harry," Louis says irritatedly. "And we're working on a school project, so why don't you go ahead and find something else to do?"

"Why is your room so clean?" She asks, looking around and ignoring Louis' request. She then looks to Harry. "Lou's room is usually very messy. He's not very clean, at dinner he always has food on his face."

"Phoebe!" Louis groans, cheeks turning pink.

"Oh yeah?" Harry inquires, giggling a bit.

"And when he comes home from football practice, is feet really smell!" Phoebe continues, and Harry looks over to Louis, whose cheeks are still pink as he covers is face with his hands.

"Noted," Harry says, making Louis groan again.