Chapter 12: Chapter twelve :)
"Niall!" The blonde boy turned around and smiled as he saw Harry "Harry? What's up?"
"I forgot to ask about Louis' address."
"Well I don't know the exact name of the street but I can give you his number so you can call him when you got your car." Niall pulled his phone out of his pocket before Harry could respond. "Gimme your phone."
"Uh, s-sure" Harry handed it over to the blonde boy.
"Here you go" Niall gave it back with a grin. "Thanks, are Liam and Louis already on their way?"
"Yes, Zayn and I will go now too. I can give you a lift if you want." Niall offered.
"No, it's okay the repair store is only ten minutes away and Liam is waiting for you guys. But thanks." Harry gave Niall a grateful smile "See you at Louis'." He smiled and turned to leave, "God this sounds so weird." Niall added just before he left the hallway.
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Was it Charly? No, he didn't know where Harry was, he couldn't know. He wouldn't be searching for him.
Every time something reminded Harry of Charly he overthought it every time. Sometimes for over multiple days. He hated it, those were the days he couldn't concentrate or even sleep for more than an hour because he gets those Nightmares.
His mom always blamed it on the fact that Harry watched too many movies instead of making friends, which was such a senseless reason she just didn't want to believe him that was all. Harry was so mad at his mom, he hated her with all of his heart, but as ridiculous it may sound he also missed her. He missed the relationship they had before.
But hating her was a lot easier than missing her. Harry tried to distract himself with his phone. He pulled some headphones out of his bag put them in and unlocked his phone. Musik helped Harry every time he wasn't feeling good. His phone still showed Louis' number, Harry's heart jumped.
He got Louis number, the insecure Harry who couldn't trust anyone got the number of the most beaut- uh the nicest person he had ever met.
Harry shook his head, closed the contact settings, and started his favourite playlist. He tried to keep his thoughts away from either Charly or Louis but the whole situation crossed his mind over and over again.
He finally arrived at the repair store, maybe it would distract his thoughts. "Hello?" He shouted into the huge garage. A middle-aged man with grey hair and a blue overall appeared "Are you, Mr Styles?"
"Yes," Harry reached his hand out and greeted the man nicely. "You told me I could pick up my car today."
"Yes, here are the keys. Your car is at the parking space right next to the second building" The man pulled the car keys out of one of his pockets.
Harry had to sign some important forms before he got to take his car, but after twenty minutes of signing papers, he finally started it. As he noticed that he had no clue where to drive, Louis number came back into his mind.
He took his phone and clicked on Louis' name, he felt his fingertips tingled as he held the phone up against his ear.
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Louis had been in this hall multiple times in the past few weeks but today it was different, he wasn't about to visit the apartment to make sure everything was fine. Today he was alone without the landlady and he held the keys in his hand, his own keys, to his own apartment he smiled proudly.
He unlocked the door, The apartment consisted of a living room a bathroom, a kitchen, and a single bedroom, it was quite small. Not much but more than enough for Louis. That was what he had always dreamed of, he stood in his own apartment. Louis jumped excitedly until he fell backwards onto the couch that was already placed in the living room.
"I wish you could see this," Louis said looking through the window up to the sky and smiled. His phone rang, it was a number Louis didn't know, he picked up anyways.
"Hello?" Louis wondered who it was.
"Louis? It's Harry." Louis got chills from Harry's deep, slow voice in his ear.
"Harry? How did you get my number?"
"Uhm, Niall gave it to me, I hope that's okay for you."
"Yeah, it is, Why are you calling?" In the end, Louis didn't really care why, he was just happy to hear the younger boy's voice. "I-I don't know your address." Louis sat up, "Right! I forgot it's Young street 37, do you know the directions."
"Not exactly." It was silent for a few seconds Louis hated not knowing what Harry did how he looked or what he thought, it made him kind of insecure talking to him. Louis cleared his throat awkwardly "Just hold the line I will tell you the directions. Where are you at?"
"Still at the repair store, it's at Lancaster street."
"Okay so turn left and then follow the main road until you get to the crossroad." Louis walked over to take a look at the kitchen picturing how it would look with all of his things. It already had some shelves a fridge and a counter including an oven and a stove. "Tell me when you got there." He opened the fridge out of a habit but it wasn't filled, not yet.
"Okey. Are you already in your apartment?"
"Yes," Louis said amazed smiling at himself through the mirror that hung on a wall of his bedroom. "How is it?" Harry sounded kind of concentrated, Louis imagined Harry sitting in the driver's seat, focused on the street like a grandma.
"It's totally overwhelming. I mean it's a small apartment like any other but," Louis looked around and smiled "It's mine." Louis could hear Harry smile at the other end. "I'm at the crossroad, right, left, or straight ahead?"
"Left than the second right and after a while, you should already see me." Louis grabbed his keys, rushed downstairs and out to the driveway. "Got it, I can't wait to see your new home."
"I can't wait to show it to you."
Louis hung up, taking a deep breath and biting his lip. He felt happiness spread in his body like he could explode every second. He waited on the sidewalk, for about three minutes until he finally saw Harry in his car.
Louis waved so Harry knew where to stop, he honked and stopped the car in Louis' driveway. "Hi" Harry got a smile on his face. His dimples showed which made Louis blush. "Hey,"
"Did Liam already bring some boxes over?"
"No, but he will be here any minute." Louis led Harry the way up to his apartment. Harry stepped in looking around. "Wow, it looks....empty."
"Ha, ha you're so funny." Louis smiled sassily.
"Where did you get the couch?" Harry wondered, it was purple and didn't fit at all to the rest. "Oh, the previous owner left it here and I thought it's cute so I kept it." Louis scratched the back of his head embarrassed.
"I like purple" It was actually Harry's favourite colour. Louis showed Harry the other few rooms until they got interrupted by Liam who brought them the first five boxes and the closet.
"You both should hurry with those next is the bed and bookshelf. But that is all we should be done before the blizzard." Liam said opening the back of the transporter. "Help me carry the closet upstairs."
Harry and Louis each lifted one side of it and stumbled upstairs. "Hurry Lou I can't hold it any longer." Harry's head already turned red, eyes squeezed shut. "I'm the one who has to go backward." Louis' face looked as red as Harry's. "We're almost there, just a few more steps."
As they managed to lift the closet to its right place Harry lay down on the ground and breathed heavily "Wow that was exhausting." Louis sat down next to him.
"Oh yes it was but we got it, now we can do the fun part."
"There is a fun part?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Yes, and after we put all in we can decorate."
"You don't have to. If you feel tired you can take a break." He added after a while, Harry got up and offered Louis his hands.
"I love decorating." He smiled as Louis pulled himself up. "Let's start then." Louis smiled excitedly and walked over to the boxes Liam had placed all over the living room just before he left again.
"In those four are my clothes, let's bring them to the bedroom." Harry carried them over and Louis started putting all his shirts on thousands of hangers and hung them into the closet.
"Wow" Harry opened the third box. "What wow?" Louis looked down at him the next hanger ready in his hand. "You have tons of clothing but still wear the same five outfits on repeat."
Harry handed Louis the next hoodie. "Well I like to have different clothes just in case, and the outfits I wear are comfortable." He hung the hoodie in the closet and grabbed the next hanger. "Speaking of how do you know that I wear the same stuff over and over again." Louis gave Harry a sassy grin.
"I- Uhm, I - Ugh shut up." Harry threw a Hoodie in Louis' face. He started laughing, Harry couldn't help but smile. "No way!" Harry Laughed rummaging in the box. "Oh no, don't even try to change the subject" Louis smiled and turned around to the curly-haired boy who sat crisscrossed on the floor surrounded by thousands of clothes.
"What are you doing?" He asked laughing at how cute Harry looked covered in all of his clothes. "I can't picture you wearing this." He held up a red-green Christmas sweater with a Christmas tree on it and a lot of glitters. "And it even lights up." He Laughed.
"Oh, I never did. My grandma gifted it to me a few years ago." Louis laughed. "Put it on." Harry looked at him expectantly. "No, No Hazza there is no way I will put this on." Louis shook his head. Harry tried to do the puppy eyes.
Louis' heart melted as he saw the boy sitting between all these clothes looking up to him like a six years old. "Fine." Louis rolled his eyes and took the sweater and threw it on.
"It looks actually not as bad as I thought it would."
"That's just because you don't have to wear it," Louis answered looking down at himself as something came into his mind. "Why are you grinning like that?" Harry gave him an asking look.
"No"
"Oh yes." Louis smiled grabbing a second sweater out of the box, it was red with reindeers spread all over it. They both burst into laughter after Harry put it on. "At least we both look ridiculous now."
"Hey, what's in this box?" Harry asked opening a box that was way smaller than the others. It was the box Louis kept in the deepest corner under his bed. "You really shoul-"
Louis started but gave it up, he hadn't looked in this box since his mom passed. Harry pulled out a huge photo album and Louis realized how much he missed this book. He sat down on the couch next to Harry "I'm sorry I should have asked." Harry apologized.
"No, it's okay I'm fine." Louis took the book out of Harry's hands and opened it. The first page showed a picture of him and his mom, from when he was like four years old, he sat on his mom's shoulders with a huge yellow water balloon in his hand.
Louis could remember that day, it was summer and he wanted a pool more than nothing else because it was so hot, but they were sold out in every single store, so she made him and his friends water balloons and started a fight. Louis smiled.
"Is that you and, and your mom?" Louis looked up to Harry, Harry could see the tears in his eyes "Yes" he smiled softly. Louis turned the next page "Here me and my dad were on vacation with all of my siblings while my mom was on a girls trip with her friends, it was a total disaster." Louis laughed.
"Oh and here," Louis pointed to the picture next to it. "My mom bought a dog without telling my dad, he was so mad at her because he was allergic." Harry watched Louis' smile get wider with every story.
Louis felt a tear roll down his cheek, he swiped it away. "And what happened here?" Louis looked up to Harry again who gave him a soft smile. They spent almost two hours sitting on the couch, telling stories.
Louis felt actually good talking about his mom. He realized that he always just focused on what he had lost and not on the luck he had, all the good things that happened, and all the happy memories he made.
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