A/N: I'm soo so sooo sorry for posting this so late, making you guys wait. But here it is: "Confusion", though I don't think it fits so well. Well, I'm sorry, again, and I will try to update more often. Its just that these last few weeks have been jammed, and I have been working(summer job) this last week. But fear not, because my head and note book is buzzing with ideas for new stories and continuations to the ones already posted. I expect another story will be up soon, which I'm going to call "Like Berries on a Straw" and it will be an AU fic.
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He Will Be Loved Ch3
Chapter 3: Confusion
(Louis' P.O.V)
My tummy growled angrily when I woke up, so I decided to go down and get some food. I threw on a couple of sweats, a discarded t-shirt and my glasses, before I ran down to the kitchen. Harry was probably still in bed, which was fortunate, because I couldn't really deal with that now. My biggest worry right now was to make breakfast. I took out a pack of butter from the fridge and some breadslices for toast. That was what I had of culinary skills. While waiting for the toast to get ready, I made myself some cereal. Sitting down at the little table in our kitchen, I grabbed the nearest magazine and started to flip it trough. Focusing was hard, however, considering that Harry's shower had just been turned on. Cereal is not good right now, I thought to myself. It was like eating soggy cardboard in milk. Probably because I was so nervous, I had trouble eating.
(Harrry's P.O.V)
The calming jets of hot water helped soothe my jumbled feelings. I knew Louis probably was eating breakfast, and I also knew I had to go down there soon. I decided that I would pretend like nothing had happened. It wasn't like we hadn't kissed before. And it was just that. A kiss, and nothing more. Oh, how I wish it could be, though. Living here with Louis had gotten my eyes up for how pleasant he really was. I'd gotten to know every little quirk he had. Like how he flipped his hair out of his eyes when he was nervous, or that look he got in his eyes when he figured out some mischievous prank to pull on me or the other boys. How incredibly immature he could be sometimes. And I'd loved every second of it, since the very beginning.
Letting the last water slosh down the drain, I clambered out of the shower. Steam filled the air, clinging to the mirror. I cracked the door a bit to let the steam escape, and wiped of the mirror. My reflection showed a guy, cheeks flustered by heat and wet curls clinging to the forehead. Muscled arms and a toned stomach. Green eyes, a straight nose and pale, but full lips. I quickly dried off and drew the towel over my hair, making it look positively ruffled.
Getting dressed fast, I bounded down the stairs.
Louis was in the kitchen, eating cereal. Damn you, Tommo, you really had to wear the glasses, now, didn't you! It looked like he wanted to make this hard for me to do. I barely managed to keep my hands to myself when I saw those glasses. His hair was all mussed up too. Not exactly helping.
"Good morning!" I said, maybe a bit to cheerily. Louis eyed me with surprise and suspicion.
"Good morning." He said, somewhat relieved back. That relieved look on his face kind of broke my heart. Was he relieved that I didn't mention the kiss?
(Louis' P.O.V)
Harry was his normal cheery self when he came down. This relieved me, because, maybe thing wasn't changed at all. He strolled over to the toaster and fished out the piece of bread I always saved for him. While watching him pour some juice, I started to ponder how it was possible for a person to be that sexy. His hair was still damp and his curls were really messy. It was like pure sex hair. For fuck's sake, Harry, stop wearing those tanks! His top without its sleeves showed of his ridiculously perfect and muscled arms. Seriously, how was I supposed to form coherent thoughts, with him strolling around like that? I mean, I tried, I really tried to focus on my magazine, but JEEZ! It was hard. Especially since he was running around the apartment, toast in hand, totally stressed out. Evidently, he had forgotten to pack for Toronto. I snickered to myself, being quite pleased with myself for having packed the day prior.
Letting my mind race off again I found my thoughts focusing on Harry, rather than the magazine. That stressed out expression he wore was actually quite adorable. And I'm not supposed to think that! My mental voice reprimanded, when I caught myself staring.
(Harry's P.O.V)
With all the flurry that happened yesterday, I had completely forgot to pack for Toronto, and now I was paying for it. Louis was in the kitchen, regarding me with a self satisfied smirk. What a jerk. He'd already packed, of course. Acting like little and shit.
"Would you mind helping me?" I said, somewhat annoyed. He'd been staring at me, seemingly lost in thought. My tone snapped him out of it.
"Yeah! Uhm, sure.." He trailed off, almost like he was going to say something else.
(Louis' P.O.V)
Helping Harry pack was actually kind of fun. He ran to and fro around the apartment, looking for his toothbrush, and where the hell was his Converse. And he shouted for me to pack some clothes. I was delighted! His closet was a jumbled mess, but that didn't stop me. I picked out a few of my favorite blazers, which, luckily, was on hangers and I picked out a couple of pants I could borrow, hehe. That was when I noticed something in the back. White and blue stripes. It was my favorite shirt.. Why was it here? The last time I'd seen it was a couple of days ago, on my bed, before it had disappeared. I had run around the apartment, ransacking it. I'd even checked under my bed, which was not an exact delight. And all the time it had been here, in the back of Harry's closet. Strange.
A/N: OK, guys, now we're talking. Uhh, or not. Whatever. The next chapter will take place on the plane to Toronto. I found out I wasn't going to write the interview, because it would probably be pretty boring. Does anyone have any plot bunnies for me?