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“It was lavender, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> this is called fuchsia.” Louis bites back, it comes off harsher than he<br />
expected it to, but Harry just blinks at him, brows nit in a ‘is that supposed to be comm<strong>on</strong><br />
knowledge?’ type of way.<br />
The c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong> is momentarily muted, Harry shrugging off his jacket as he walks into the<br />
kitchen, his boots still thumping loudly <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s starting to echo in the c<strong>on</strong>fines of Louis’ mind. It’s<br />
<strong>on</strong>ly when Harry starts opening the cabinets, that Louis remembers he still hasn’t g<strong>on</strong>e to the<br />
grocery, it’s just a little embarrassing. Harry looks fully offended at the fact that there is no food<br />
present, a real frown set <strong>on</strong> his face when he looks back up at Louis, who has successfully averted<br />
his eyes to his lap, where he’s playing idly with his fingers.<br />
“What have you been eating? This place is cleaned out.”<br />
“I eat out.” Louis shrugs, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it seems that earns a repressed laugh from Harry, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis can’t<br />
help the deadpan expressi<strong>on</strong> that’s fallen <strong>on</strong>to his face. “D<strong>on</strong>’t tell me, you’re <strong>on</strong>e of those twentysomething<br />
year olds with the sense of humor akin to a middle schooler, is that right?”<br />
“Actually, I d<strong>on</strong>’t turn twenty until February, so.” Harry replies easily, moving to the fridge.<br />
Louis’ in a slight shock, Harry looks much older than nineteen years old, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> that’s putting a five<br />
year age difference between them, it almost feels like Louis is babysitting him, almost.<br />
“Sorry, I d<strong>on</strong>’t really know much about you.” Louis shrugs, trying to hide the surprise in his<br />
voice. It’s just that Harry does not look like he’s that young, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> at the same time, now that he’s<br />
said it, he kind of.. does? It’s odd. “I have half a mind to interrogate you a bit, take you up <strong>on</strong> that<br />
offer from last night.”<br />
“Ask me anything you want, just d<strong>on</strong>’t be too invasive.” Harry says, his voice completely serious<br />
but his eyes are <strong>hold</strong>ing humor like a vice. He’s got half a pickle hanging from his mouth that’s<br />
muffling his words a bit.<br />
“Okay,” Louis thinks, sauntering over to the rest his elbows <strong>on</strong> the kitchen counter, opposite side<br />
of Harry. “What’s your last name? Are you going to university? Do you have any siblings?” -<br />
Louis’ sure he does by means of Harry’s argumentative tendencies- “Why did you decide to move<br />
out <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> into a flat with some<strong>on</strong>e you barely know?”<br />
Harry’s eyes widen just for a sec<strong>on</strong>d, then wiping his face into complete neutrality, “Styles, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
no, I’m not. I have a <strong>on</strong>e sister, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> because I was tired of living at home, my parents are bores.”<br />
He answers without missing a beat, fighting off a slight smile, “Do I get to ask you things, too?”<br />
Louis sturdies his posture, sitting straight up, a small squint in his eyes as he prepares, “Go for it.”<br />
“Why do you like to decorate your flat with r<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>om colors?” Harry asks, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> no, Louis was not<br />
expecting that. He was expecting similar questi<strong>on</strong>s to his own, the starter <strong>on</strong>es that give off the<br />
necessary facts, but Harry just goes straight to the pers<strong>on</strong>ality aspect, because of course he does.<br />
“Uh,” Louis blinks, running his t<strong>on</strong>gue over the surface of his teeth, “I like the way they make me<br />
feel.”<br />
“How does p-“ Harry coughs, “I mean fuchsia, how does fuchsia make you feel?” He looks equal<br />
parts humored <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> curious, leaning over the counter with pickle-laced breath <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> now Louis’<br />
craving a pickle.<br />
“It’s hard to explain, I mean- like, a calm energy? It was in the sunrise this morning, I just liked it.”<br />
Louis half explains, opting not to go too deep into it, because Harry would most likely get bored,<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> that’s never a good way to start an interrogati<strong>on</strong>.