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Mood: It All Comes Down to This by Aquilo

"Who's this?" Harry asks, showing the frame to Louis. Louis turned, seeing the picture and smiled softly.

"That's my boyfriend, Caleb." He says. Harry grimaces before setting it down.

"Boyfriend?" He asks, although he really doesn't want to know.

"Yeah. We've been dating for three years." Louis blushes, "I'm sorry, I don't even know if you're...okay with that kind of stuff?"

"Completely fine with it." He replies before walking towards the door. He just wanted to leave.

"Okay, you're all set. See you..."

With that, he leaves shaking his head. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He shouldn't care this much about a boy he doesn't know, having a boyfriend.

Louis was left dumbfounded in his room wondering what that was about. He shrugged and put his empty suitcases under the bed. He picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number he's known for years.

Caleb answered after the second ring.

"Hey!" He could hear his smile, "So you got in?"

"Yeah."

"Who's your mentor? You know I was rooting for Louis and not 'cause you two have the same name." Louis giggles.

"Harry Styles. Do you know him?"

"The young one?"

"Yeah. He's actually really nice. He just helped me unpack."

"He better not be flirting with you." Caleb mumbles.

"He's not." Louis replies with a chuckle.

"How long are you going to be there? I miss you already." Caleb asks.

"Don't know...I miss you too." Louis mumbles, blushing although Caleb wasn't even here.

"Well, I have to go. Work is calling."

"Okay. Love--" the call ended, "you." Louis sighed putting his phone away and grabbing the book he was reading. He couldn't concentrate, though. He thought about Caleb and if he did something wrong. They always said 'I love you' when ending a call.

He frowned and put the book down, shuffling down to the kitchen. There were two boys in there. One looked about fourteen and the other Louis' age. They grabbed a bag of chips and left quickly.

He looked through the fridge to find it full with a variety of food ranging from cokes to vegetables. Louis grabbed a coke and made his way back to his room. He was glad that he didn't have a roommate. He liked having his own space.

On his way back to his room he passed Harry's room and stopped when he heard a voice.

"So there's no possible way to change mentors?" There was silence. He was probably on the phone.

"I want to switch because...I don't know how to explain it. There's this one boy..."

Silence again

"Louis." The small boy jumped as if he thought he was being spotted but Harry hadn't noticed him. He peeked into the room to find his back to him, phone held to his ear.

"Yeah that's him. I just...I don't want to have this lead to favoritism."

Louis was confused. He didn't understand a single word he was just saying.

He didn't notice when three boys ran past him, one of them bumping into him, causing him to yelp and fall into the room, coke spilling all over the creamy white carpet.

Harry turned abruptly, saying goodbye to whoever was on the line and crossed his arms.

"How long have you been standing there?" He didn't mention the spilled coke.

"I-I'm so sorry, I'll pay for the carpet." He knows he couldn't.

"I don't care about that. I asked you a question." His voice was tight.

"I--just for a few seconds I promise. I heard you say my name and I-I don't know. I'm sorry." Louis rushes, scrambling to his feet. His face was red, his ears hot with embarrassment.

Harry looks at him for a second before eyeing the door. It was his signal to leave.

"Oh! O-Okay I'll leave. Sorry." He says making his way to the door, "I'll pay for the carpet."

"No you won't." Harry replies simply. Louis opens the door, but luck just isn't on his side because he hit his head on the edge, his glasses cracking.

"Fuck." He mumbles taking them off. There was a crack running right through the middle of the left lens. This was his only pair.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks, his voice softer than before.

"I--yeah I'm just a klutz." Louis replies, but mentally curses himself for not bringing contacts.

"Turn around. Let me get a look at your head."

"I thought you said you wanted me to leave?"

"That was before you tried to head bang with a door." He chuckles. Louis turns around. His head throbbed from where he hit himself.

Harry walks over to him, touching his temple softly, a look of concern flooding over him.

"Might bruise, but you'll live." He says finally.

"T-Thanks." Louis didn't want to mention flips his stomach did when his fingers brushed his skin.

"No problem. Now you can leave." Harry says and Louis shuffles out, a blush on his face the entire time.

He reaches his room, his drink gone, but he didn't mind much.

What he minded was how Harry's fingers felt against his skin or how concerned he looked when all Louis did was bump his head. He shook his head because he has a boyfriend. And one that he loves very much.

His vision was slightly blurry from his lack of glasses and sighs, wondering why the fuck he didn't bring an extra pair or contacts. He slipped the glasses back on, the crack instantly annoying him.

He huffed and took them off.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Louis answers. The door opens and Harry steps in.

"Come on."

"What? Where?" Louis was befuddled.

"You broke your glasses. I'm going to buy you new ones. Now come on." His voice was hard, impatient, as if he wanted to get this measly problem out of the way.

Louis sighed and followed him grudgingly.