"Honey I'm home." I take a look up at Harry and turn my attention back to the movie that's playing on his massive tv screen. "Well someone has made their self at home. I can't even get a hug?" I groan as I pause the movie, ripping the blanket off of my body. I stalk over to Harry and give him a hug. "And I see you have found my closet." I look down at the shirt of Harry's I'm wearing and shrug. "I like over sized shirts leave me alone." I throw myself back onto the couch and Harry joins me. "Did you get to see the awards yesterday night?" He lays his head on my should and I begin playing with his hair.
"Yup, I had to watch some crappy live stream on it. The things I do for you all. Nice twerking by the way." Harry groans and covers his face with his hand. "I can't believe I did that. Why did I do that?" I laugh at Harry remembering his facial expression. "I don't know but it was quite hilarious." Harry hums in agreement as I continue to play with his hair. "Louis is coming over tomorrow. And Cindy wants to talk to you tomorrow too." I make a mental note as I look down at Harry. His eyes are drooping and I stop messing with his hair. "Lets get you in your bed." I gently nudge him off of my shoulder and he stumbles to his feet. He lazily climbs the fancy stair case to the second floor. I lead him to the master bedroom and he begins fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. "Oh god Harry, you're hopeless. Come here." I easily undo the buttons on his shirt and he shrugs it off of his shoulders. After practically peeling his jeans off, he falls into his bed face first. I instantly hear him snoring and I crawl next to his warm body. I trace random patterns on his spine. "Night Harry."
I'm awoken by a loud banging on the door downstairs. I glance over to Harry to see him out cold. I let out a dramatic groan before I sit up and swing my legs over the bed.
The pounding on the door continues as I stomp down the stairs. "I'm coming!" I yell out as I look out the peep hole to see who's causing all the ruckus. I yank the door open and a smiling Louis comes strolling in. "Well don't you look like a ball of sunshine. I got us all some breakfast from Balthazar too." I close the door behind Louis and look at him annoyed. "What the hell are you doing here so damn early." Louis places all the food on Harry's granite counter tops in the kitchen and begins plundering through the cabinets. "One, ten o'clock isn't all that early. Two, we need to talk. And three, you're grumpy in the morning."
I make my way into the kitchen and grab a piece of bacon. "What do we need to talk about." Louis laughs and flicks me on my forehead. I rub it and look at him aggravated. "That's what you get for not telling me you and Harry are now an item!" I look at Louis and begin laughing; he sounds like a 12 year old girl. "No Lou, we are not a thing. Just friends. Best friends at that." Louis knits his eyebrows together and scratches his head. "But you've moved in with him. Surely this is not all for the cameras." "I didn't move in with him Louis, are you on crack right now? " I shake my head, dismissing Louis' idea.
"He gave you the key to his house, you're living with him." I roll by eyes at Louis and grab another piece of bacon. "Ok first off, I've stayed here for only two days. Second, I had a key to your and his old flat. Doesn't mean I lived there." Louis cracks a smile and looks like he's thinking. "But you basically did live there and that was different. You and I both know that. Besides, Cindy is going to make you two live together anyway." I widen my eyes in horror at the mention of Cindy. She was truly the devil in six inch Gucci wedges.
"She can't make me do anything." "Kimberly, oh stupid naïve little Kimberly. She can and she will because you signed this little thing called a contact. So basically she can make you do anything." I bite my bottom lip and sigh. I guess she was basically the boss of me. "But that still doesn't mean-"
"Mornin Lou." Me and Louis focus our attention on Harry. "Morning Harold, I got you some breakfast." "Thanks. And morning my beauty." Harry makes his way over to me and kisses my cheek. Louis shoots me a look and I stick out my tongue at him. "Are you trying to lick me?" Harry laughs and I shake my head. "No I had something on my tongue. Piece of hair I think." I see Louis suppressing a laugh and I glare at him.
"So what were you two talking about?" Me and Louis look at eachother nervously. "Nothing, just about how Kim should really try the jacuzzi." "You have a jacuzzi Harry? What?" Harry just points to the large glass sliding door and I run to it. Sure enough there is a massive pool and jacuzzi. "Harry your house is literarily the best place ever." "Our house." I take a large gulp at his words. Our house. Our house. I hear foot steps approach me and I look to see Louis' smug face. I give him a warning look and he holds his hands up in surrender.
Oh how this should be fun.
A/N: double upload bc Im a loser and I haven't updated in five every :)