"You told me you weren't coming today." Harry snaps when Fionn enters his room, "Louis heard you."

"Well I'm sorry, things change I guess," Fionn rolls his eyes, "Why wouldn't you tell him you expected me over?"

"Because I don't want him to worry about me cheating or something." Harry says as he watches Fionn grab his clothes he had left the night they hooked up.

"Oh." Fionn nods, sighing as he stuffs his clothes in his bag, then looks at Harry, "I'll see you later then, bye, sorry for more warning you, I just didn't think it would be a problem."

"It's fine, Love, see you." Harry says. Fionn smiles tightly and walks out of the house a few moments later.

Harry tries for the next few hours to get a hold of Louis, but when his messages stop delivering he assumes Louis had shut his phone off, or blocked his number.

-

The next day Harry wakes up to the sound of someone rustling in the kitchen. Harry sighs and gets up, only in his boxers as he follows the noise.

He sees Louis dressed in sweats and a jumper, attempting to make some pancakes.

"You want some help?"

Louis jumps, then looks at Harry, glaring and shaking his head, "No, I'm just gonna eat before I leave,"

"You don't have food at your apartment?" Harry asks with a sly smile.

"I wanted pancakes, and I don't have the stuff to make it at my house." Louis snaps.

"I don't think that's why you came here." Harry says, leaning against the counter, "I think you wanted to see me."

"No, you cheated on me," Louis says in a snap, but Harry can hear the sadness in his voice.

"No I didn't." Harry says, standing up straight again, "Louis." He sighs, shaking his head, "I did not cheat on you." He assures him, "Fionn came to get his things from the night we hooked up,"

"I don't believe you." Louis says, pursing his lips, "You would've told me."

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry that something else was happening." Harry tells him, "Nothing happened between us, I want you and only you."

Louis purses his lips and flips his pancake, frown as it is a little too cooked, "I don't know, Harry." He says softly, "I mean why wouldn't you? Hes cute, pretty, you know, everything I'm not."

Harry furrows his eyebrows, moving to stand behind Louis, wrapping his arms around his waist, "You are those things, and more." He says softly, pressing a kiss to Louis's neck, "You are the prettiest boy around, and you have more than that." He says softly, "You are so sweet and kind, sassy too, but you wouldn't be Louis without that."

Louis blushes at Harry's praise and leans back in his chest, putting his pancake on his plate and then turning around, reaching his arms to wrap them around Harry's neck, "Thank you." He says softly, "I'm sorry, I just worry, you know?"

"I know." Harry nods, "I worry too, everytime you go back to your apartment with Zayn there."

Louis opens his mouth to say something but Harry interrupts him.

"What do you think about moving in with me?" He asks hesitantly, afraid Louis would laugh in his face.

Louis doesn't though, he smiles widely and nods his head frantically, "Yes, I'd love that, really, I would."

Harry grins, "I'm so glad." He chuckles, "We're not even boyfriends, are we?"

"Guess you're gonna have to find a way to change that." Louis smirks, pecking Harry's lips before pulling away and grabbing his plate, a fork and some syrup.

Harry smiles and follows Louis into the livingroom, sitting down beside him on the couch, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Louis rolls his eyes, nodding, "Yes, but you gotta step up your game, your proposal better not be that bad." He remarks with no hesitation on the subject.

"It won't." Harry says just as causally, "I've been planning it for a long time."

"You have?" Louis asks, interested now, "What were some of your failed ideas?"

"Hm." Harry thinks for a moment, looking off, then smiling, "Was gonna get it written in the sky, or on a screen at a baseball game."

"Cliché." Louis giggles, taking a bite of his pancake and swallowing, "We'll see if what you actually do is better than those."

"I hope it will be." Harry says, sighing as he pulls out his phone and rolls his eyes at the lack of notifications on it. He really doesn't have any friends. He'd lost touch with them all when he went to jail. He kinda hates Zayn? Not decided yet, hes iffy on it. He can't stand Liam, the asshole has it coming to him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Harry shuts his phone off and puts it into his pocket, then looking at Louis, "We should go out tonight, you can invite Zayn and Niall if you want, I don't know, I just am tired of being of being cooped up in the house all day."

Louis brightens, nodding, "Okay, I'll text them." He says, "You wanna go to that new club? Or the old one."

"The old one."

"Harry, can we try the new one?"

"Louis-"

"Please?"

"Fine."