Louis' POV
I shut our front door shut and locked it for the night. Past midnight, I was ready to get in bed and sleep. But Harry was in the kitchen waiting at the table for me. "Oh, good you're back." Harry said as I pushed my shoe off with my opposite foot.
"Harry, what the fuck?"
"What Louis?" He pretended like he had done no wrong.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Harrold."
He looked at his hands that were clasped together on the table.
"What were you doing there invading our privacy?"
"You see! You've known her one day and it's already 'our!'" Harry yelled at me.
I sat down across from him at the five-seater table. "What on Earth is wrong with you?"
"Me? You're the one who's practically married already!" Harry seemed angry for no reason.
"I'm serious Harry. Why are you so upset?"
He said nothing for a moment. "You're my very best friend. I guess I'm jealous and afraid that we'll grow apart or something."
That's why he was upset? He was jealous. "Harry, you'll always be my best friend no matter what happens. You know that, right?"
"I'll always be your Curly, and you'll always be my Boo Bear?" He asked, finally looking at me.
"Of course, mate. As long as you don't creep up on us again. Penelope was quite embarrassed."
"She seems like a really nice girl for you, Lou."
"She is. She really is," I smiled, remembering tonight.
"Well, I'm going to bed. Night, Lou." He got up and walked down the hall. "Night lads!"
I figured I should do the same. The faster I get to bed the faster I wake up and the faster I see Penelope again.