Coffee or Tea?

Louis Tomlinson works in a coffee shop, and likes to draw.

Harry Styles moves into the house next to his.

Will Louis try to make friends? Or we he just ignore him?


8. Chapter Eight

Hey, guys! So, it's been a while, huh?.. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated!! Anyways, on with the story!

Third Person P.O.V.

Harry gaped at Louis who was standing in the doorway in a onesie, hip cocked, and eyebrow raised.

'Sassy', Harry thought. He shook the thought from his head, and tried to apologize.

"What are you doing here?" Louis asked, cutting Harry off as he was about to speak.

"I, uhm--" Harry paused, trying to think of what he was going to say, "I came to apologize."

Louis nodded. "Well, go ahead, then."

"Well, um, I'm sorry for offending you, if I did, and jumping to conclusions."

Louis raised an eyebrow.

'He looks sincere', He thought.

"Fine. Apology accepted." 

Harry grinned at him.

Louis heard a timer ding from inside.

"Hey, uh, I made brownies. Do you wanna come inside?", Louis asked.


Louis stepped aside to let Harry into his house. He closed the door behind him, and locked it.

"So.." Harry trailed off.

"So..." Louis mimicked.



The two of them headed off towards Louis' kitchen. Harry sat down on one of the stools at Louis' table as Louis opened the oven, using a pair of oven mitts.

He cut out three brownies for Harry, and three for himself.

Louis then sat down next to Harry and handed him his brownies.

Harry looked at the brownie warily.

"This isn't poisoned, is it?"

Louis scoffed, "Harold, I didn't know you were coming over. Why would I try to poison myself?"

Harry blushed slightly, "Sorry, just checking."

"Besides, Harold, I wouldn't try to murder you."

Harry smiled at him.

"I wouldn't try to murder you because I wouldn't want you to haunt me once you become a ghost."

Harry pouted.

The duo continued to eat their brownies in silence, and once they had finished, Louis led Harry over to his living room where a T.V. sat.

"Hey, um, I've got a Wii, you wanna play?"

"Sure. What games have you got?"

"Um, Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros, Just Dance one, two, and three, and Mario Party eight and nine."

Harry thought for a moment. 

"Let's play Just Dance."

"Okay, one, two, or three?"

"Hmm. Three."

Louis walked over to the T.V. and picked up the game. He inserted it into the console and Picked up two controllers.

Blue and Pink.

He of course gave Harry the pink one.

Harry scowled.

"But, I wanted pink!"

"But, I wanted blue!"

"Whatever.", Harry huffed, pouting.

Louis looked at him.

He switched their controllers without anther word.

Harry smiled.

They scrolled through the songs, deciding on what they wanted to play.

"Let's play California Gurls." Harry suggested.

Louis snickered.


He clicked on the game, and the two of them danced, sneaking glances at each other every once-in-a-while.

A couple of hours passed, and Louis decided to stop, and turn off the game.

Louis was drenched in sweat, and Harry was too.

They both looked at each other.

Harry was the first to start laughing, pointing at Louis' armpits.

Louis looked down at his own body before looking at Harry's, and he started cackling.

Minutes had passed, and they had finally stopped laughing.

Louis took another glance at Harry.

"But seriously, that is disgusting."

"It truly is." Harry paused, "Hey, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Woah there, Harry, you'll have to at least take me to dinner first!"

Harry scowled.

"You know what I mean, loser face."

"Loser face? Well, that's a new one."

"Shut up."

"Anyways, yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes you can sleep over."



They both paused.

"I CALL SHOWERING FIRST!", They both yelled simultaneously.

Louis dashed towards the bathroom and Harry followed quickly after. 

Louis ran inside and locked the door behind him.

"Hey!" Harry yelled, "No fair! I don't know my way around this place!"

"Too bad! Sucks to be you!"

Harry blew a raspberry at him.

Louis took a shower for about ten minutes, and opened the bathroom door.

Steam rushed out, and Louis shivered as the cold air hit his bare chest.

Oh yeah.

He was naked.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but that was it.

Harry's head snapped up when he heard the door open, and his eyes widened at the sight of Louis.

Louis blushed.

"Not a word, Harold."

"Okay, but can I just say that you bum looks--"

"Nope! Stop! No thanks! Bye!"

Louis covered his ears as he walked to his dresser to pick out his clothes.

He had to bend down to open the drawer that had his pants in it.

As he grabbed his pants, Louis began to feel his towel slip. He stood up fast so he could pick up his towel and adjust it, but the quick movement made the towel fall.








Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...