Harry Styles. That's his full name.

Harry Styles is what he introduces himself with. Only that and nothing else. Just his name. He does not say: "Hi, I'm Harry, nice to meet you."

He also doesn't say: "My name's Harry, and you?" Or maybe: "Hi, are you Louis? I've heard only the best of you and I won't bother you for the next few weeks at all."

He doesn't even say: "Hello Louis who let's me live in his father's office who just moved out half a year ago I am Harry and am ever so grateful."

No. He reaches his hand out for me, doesn't take it because I didn't offer him a hand, let's it drop back down so that it makes a small noise against his jeans as it strikes the fabric and then says: "Harry Styles."

As if this was some goddamn business meeting. As if he was a saint. As if he was James fucking Bond. He thinks he's better than all of us.

And in the moment Harry Styles decided to introduce himself with his full name, I, Louis (Tomlinson, just for the record) decided to hate that curly haired boy for as long as he'd step a foot into our house.

It didn't even start so bad. My day, I mean. I woke up in the morning and for the first time in two weeks or so, I was neither hangover nor did my head feel like exploding (what often is coherent with the first thing, yes), nor were my parents screams or my mum cries the first thing I heard when waking up.

So, it was a good morning, really. I had breakfast with mum. I didn't talk to her because I was still angry, but we sat at the table and ate in silence while she read and I watched YouTube, but that counts as breakfasting together, in my opinion.

I called Zayn afterwards and he told me some gossip about his meeting with Liam and then we hated on Harry and my mum and his parents together and then on my dad because he wouldn't let me stay with him and then we hated the whole world and it felt good.

When I didn't hate everything so much anymore, I did ten push ups in my room until my arms felt wobbly and I realized I had to start doing something for my health again. I ignored the problem and spent the rest of the morning watching Netflix.

And then Mum came in. Telling me that Harry was on his fucking way. And then about half an hour later, the bell rang and that's when my day was ruined. Because Harry Styles is arrogant. He's annoying and he takes up space and he's a human being that isn't my best friend so I don't like him., obviously.

Because, yes, I did have bad expectations and yes, I was already biased. But maybe, if Harry had come in and behaved like a really chill and cool guy then maybe, I would've been neutral towards him. Like, if he had introduced himself nicer. Or if he would've disappeared into dad's office and never came out if it again for the summer. I even would've brought him food and out it down in front of the door every now and then, because I'm not mean.

The thing is, Harry did not behave like a cool guy. Not at all. He left the most negative impression anyone could've left and hadn't I hated him and the whole situation already, I would've started disliking him in this very moment, I am sure.

He proceeded to stand in the door then. Silent. And I didn't say anything either because I told mum I wouldn't interact with him and I keep my promises. Well, I did keep it until mum nudged me into my back with her elbow and probably broke one of my ribs, signalling me to say hi or something. Like when I was a child and had to meet her friend's creepy kids.

"I'm Louis", I said, my words cold and without any emotion in my voice, just to make sure he knows how unpleasantly affected I am by this encounter and to make sure he won't try to make me his friend, or anything.

"Nice that you're here", Mum added. I shook my head slightly, it wasn't even on purpose, my body just automatically reacted that way. I'm not sure if he saw but at least he kept his mouth shut for the next few minutes in which mum showed him around as if she was an estate keeper, trying to sell him our house.

And honestly, in this moment I wouldn't have minded if she sold our house because at least that'd have meant that I could've gotten out of it. Maybe dad would take me in if we had to sell our house. Maybe I'd be important, then.

Harry is taller than me. Not much, but he is. It's another thing that annoys me. This boy, this awkward and weird and stupid, arrogant boy, has no right to be tall or good looking or have curly hair. Absolutely not. He should be ugly and walk awkwardly and shouldn't know how to deal with his long limps and growing hair that surely has to tickle his ears, I think. He shouldn't be walking that cool and he shouldn't look so laid back and relaxed and easy going. I want him to be weird, I need reasons not to like him.

Mum showed him every tiny detail about the house. She showed him the bathroom first, the small one with just a toilet and sink in it downstairs. She said he could use that one to get ready in the mornings. It makes me angry that he's allowed to have a bathroom for himself. At least it doesn't have a shower.

She shows him the living room next, saying he's welcome to use the TV or join us whenever he wants to. I stand leaning against the doorframe awkwardly as I wait for her to finish explaining. Harry nods at everything, confirms he understood mum's never ending monologue with a small 'yes' or 'thank you' every now and then. He's so polite I wanna throw up.

She shows him the last room then, the kitchen, explaining everything. Like, I honestly think he knows how to use the dishwasher better than I do know. If I'd ask him he could probably tell me where our baking trays are stored. He pays attention too, carefully, as if this was actually something interesting. I can tell Mum likes him.
He's so much better than me, so much kinder and nicer and softer, really.

Then we head upstairs and he studies the old family photos hanging on the wall as if he was allowed to look at any of that. It's none of his business. It feels like he's reading my diary. It feels like he's able to figure out everything about my life in a matter of seconds. My tummy hurts.

When she wants to show him my room, the first room right hand side from the stairs, I shake my head. "Nothing interesting for you to see there, Harry Styles. You two go on with the lovely tour, I'll just withdraw for a bit. Have fun, still." I squeeze my eyes shut in an ironic grin, then disappear into my room and shut the door behind me fiercely.

The tour takes another twenty minutes or so and if I didn't decide to hate Harry Styles, maybe I'd feel sorry for him because mum seemingly tells him the most boring things ever. He deserves it though. He deserves to not have a good time here, to have such a shit summer as I will have.

He's in dad's office now. He's in the room my dad used to work in. I remember, as a kid, when mum was at work and he was at home with me but had a meeting, I'd carry all my stuffed animals to dad's office and I'd pretend to be on the meeting with him, actually trying to listen to what he said and trying to understand any of it. I wanted to be just like him.

I used to sleep in there too, some days. When Zayn and I had sleepovers, we'd usually sleep on the big couch because my bed was a little too small. We built forts out of all the pillows and blankets we carried upstairs from the living room and we slept in them, pretending we were orphans or soldiers or bears.

Now, Harry is in the room. Sleeping on the couch that can be transferred into a bed if you pull enough strings and fold cushions and all that. It's a really complicated process and I'd hoped mum didn't already do it because that'd have meant that Harry would have to struggle trying to do it alone.

But of course mum already did it for him, even put some pillows and a blanket there, folded it nicely as if we were a goddamn hotel. As if he was her charity project. Now that the divorce is over, maybe she need something new to keep herself busy with. And because her son is never home maybe she just made sure she'd have someone else to care for. Or maybe, I'm being cynical. Probably, really.

So, that's that. There's a stranger living with us now. And I don't even know why, I realized a few hours ago. Maybe his mum died. Then I should've considered being friendlier. But then I realized mum just phoned his mum like yesterday so it's unlikely she's dead. That's good because then I can keep being angry at him.

Maybe she has a business trip. Or maybe Harry was being sent away from home. It's not like I care. I just want him to leave as soon as possible. I want him to leave so I can rest and get used to all of this and try to get my life back together.

I have dinner in my room. I'm not sure if mum and Harry are having dinner together or if he took a plate upstairs and is eating it at dad's desk now or if he didn't eat at all, but I don't care. I don't fucking care. I just take the plate upstairs, stuff the food my mouth until I'm filled up and then put it down on the floor next to my bed.

I try not feeling sorry for myself but it doesn't work well so I decide to head to bed early tonight. If I went downstairs, the risk of meeting Harry would occur and I can very well do without that. In my room, I have nothing to do and Zayn hasn't answered all day so it's likely he's spending time with Liam.

The room next to mine, which is dad's, is quiet. I wonder for a quick second whether Harry is asleep. And then, for an even quicker second, I hope his mum isn't dead or anything. Because I'm not a complete asshole. He deserves a shit summer, but that's about it. All in all, I hope his life is good. I hope things are better for him, then they are for me even though he has to live with strangers. I stop worrying then and close my eyes tightly.

When falling asleep, I hope that I'll wake up tomorrow and it was all just a dream. I hope I'll wake up and my parents are back together and my dad cares about my again and I didn't fail school and that when waking up, this boy named Harry Styles will not be sleeping in my dad's office anymore.

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so, I'll be on a trip for the next week and I'll have no to barely any wifi so updates will probably have to be paused until in ten days or something

hope you enjoyed reading their first meeting <3