Harry

It's early evening when I finally close my apartment door behind me with an exhausted sigh, the heavy wood clicking quietly in its lock.

The light in my hallway is dim, but I can easily spot pieces of Louis' clothing laying on the wooden floor; a t-shirt here, a pair of sweats there. During the last few days, more and more clothes of his found themselves to be laying around my flat - not that I really mind. Since Louis is staying most of the nights at my place, he tends to also wear some of my clothes, claiming them as his own at the end of the day.

Shaking my head lightly, I take off my coat and shoes before entering the wide living space of my penthouse, letting my eyes flick over the empty take-out boxes that are littering the living room table, letting my lips turn into a smile when memories of yesterday evening begin to flood my mind.
I spent it together with Louis, just eating greasy food, watching horrible movies and laughing together. And, well, having a little makeout session. Or two.

Sighing, I think back at our previous conversation this morning, when he snapped at me and blamed me for the paparazzis following him and his friends around London.
On one side, I can of course understand his dislike towards those people, but he also knows just as much as I do that there is nothing I can do about them.

He knew that if he got involved with me, there would be people interested in him, trying to get to me.

Sighing again, I step into my kitchen to finally eat some home cooked food. After days of eating fast food at the studio and then again at home, when Louis always convinces me to get take-out, I feel like it is time to cook for myself again.
And what better time to do it than tonight? I came the release of my next album one step closer today and Louis is out with his friends while mine are mostly busy, so I decide to just have a quiet evening for myself.

After changing into a loose sweater and basketball shorts, I begin to rummage through the cupboards of my kitchen, finally deciding what to cook.

Just when I had grabbed everything I need, the chime of my doorbell sounds through the flat.
Confused, I lay down the ham and turn the music that blasts through the speakers of my phone a little down, then making my way to the speaker at my door.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Harold, care to let me up?"

"What- I thought you wanted to spend the night with your friends?"

"I did, but I don't anymore. Is it okay if I stay here or do you have compa-"

"No, no, I'm alone. I'll buzz you up, wait a second."

"Thanks, H."

With that, I push the little buzzer to let my guest up, opening my apartment door for him before going back to preparing dinner, now for two persons.

It isn't long before my front door shuts and I hear the sound of shoes being slipped off, then them falling to the floor carelessly. Next is the soft patting of sock-clad feet coming over to where I stand with my back to the door.

Arms snake their way around my waist, a warm body pressing itself against my back and a little kiss gets placed where my neck is exposed, me having my hair in a bun as to not let it bother me while cooking.

"Hi."

"Hey."

"Sorry I snapped at you when we texted earlier. I was just so fucking annoyed."

"It's alright. I know how frustrating the paps get. You just have to learn to ignore them."

"I know."

With that, I turn around to get a proper look at Louis (and a little hello kiss too, of course), noticing how fluffy and cuddly he looks in one of my (now his) hoodies, his hair an unstyled mess and his chin scruffy.

"You want some dinner?" I ask, turning back around to get back to preparing the dish.

Louis steps on his tiptoes, peeking over my shoulder at what I am doing.

"'Course, H. What are you making?"

"Chicken, wrapped in parma ham, stuffed with mozzarella with a side of homemade mash."

"Sounds delicious."

Ok but how beautiful was that live performance of Two Of Us ?! 😍😭
I am so incredibly proud of Louis and can't wait for the album to come out 💙