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“As much as I’d love to go to the grocery store, I’ll have to decline, I do have other plans I am<br />

sadly obliged to attend.” He says, light as air, running a h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> though that disarray of chestnut<br />

brown, “But here,” He’s pulling a brown leather wallet, sliding the plastic card across the counter,<br />

“You can put it <strong>on</strong> me, since you’ve already spent so much <strong>on</strong> making our home so pretty.”<br />

And just like that, the c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong> is over, Harry slipping <strong>on</strong> his jacket. Louis doesn’t know how<br />

to say thank you, but he doesn’t get the chance before the door is closed <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry’s g<strong>on</strong>e, quick<br />

as that. Well. He really just gave Louis his credit card <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> then left. Who the actual fuck is Harry<br />

Styles?<br />

This gives him a quick moment in time to just try <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> comprehend the situati<strong>on</strong> before him.<br />

Firstly, to make it absolutely clear, Louis does not -repeat- not want flatmate. He appreciates<br />

privacy in the highest <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> most precise form of the word <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry, though not intrusive, is just<br />

always there <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ simply not used to that. He’s not used to that at all. He’s not used to the<br />

witty comebacks, or the ‘I’m flirting, kind of, sort of, but in this innocent way that yields the belief<br />

I do this all the time.’ And Harry is just so fucking c<strong>on</strong>fident. The way he <strong>hold</strong>s himself, is like<br />

he’s not really going for that pers<strong>on</strong>a but it sheaths him anyway. It’s almost like Harry gets his<br />

distinct charisma from something other than his physical appearance, though his presentati<strong>on</strong> is,<br />

well, nicely assembled. Louis just shrugs, he’s known the kid for a day, he’s not going to try <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

dissect his pers<strong>on</strong>ality, well, not yet, for that matter.<br />

And there’s really no reas<strong>on</strong> to hate this whole flatmate thing, other than he’s a pris<strong>on</strong>er to his<br />

clothing <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> misses his nude galavants, but he really misses having this place all to himself, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

maybe he just doesn’t know Harry enough yet. He’s still not a hundred percent sure about that.<br />

Either way, Louis is procrastinating this trip to the grocery like it’s his oblivi<strong>on</strong> (he hates shopping<br />

when it doesn’t involve fine home furnishings, he’s not sorry) it’s always so <str<strong>on</strong>g>cold</str<strong>on</strong>g> in there, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s<br />

not feeling that right this sec<strong>on</strong>d. But, alas, it shall be the inevitable trip <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s doing nothing but<br />

wasting time. Plus, he’s got Harry’s card, so he can see the bright future of eating cereal that<br />

doesn’t taste like cardboard, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> fruit that’s actually crisp <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> doesn’t squash under your touch<br />

after being seized from the discount secti<strong>on</strong>, yes they have those, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis frequents them. It’s<br />

bound to feel nice coming home with more than <strong>on</strong>e bag of sustainable goods that he w<strong>on</strong>’t have<br />

to prol<strong>on</strong>g for weeks at a time, he’s going to eat like an average pers<strong>on</strong> instead of a mouse, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s<br />

a lovely thought. Thank you, Harry, you’re just a peach.<br />

And going to the grocery makes him feel very adult which is nice for a few hours, so he does a<br />

quick stretch, quite dramatically, before tucking away the card <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> heading towards the door,<br />

ready to procure an abundant amount of precious cuisines. Exciting.<br />

*****<br />

“Uh, yeah, I’m not so sure about that, maybe just the basics?” Niall vocally shrugs, being<br />

absolutely no help at all, thanks. Louis’ already got the most basics of food, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> not at all knowing<br />

what else to get. He doesn’t know what Harry likes to eat, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> since he is paying, it’s <strong>on</strong>ly nice to<br />

make sure the load is in his favor. Louis’ just thoughtful like that.<br />

“I mean, what would you like to eat? I need ideas.”<br />

“I eat everything, I can’t even believe you asked me that, Louis, d’you know me at all?”

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