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even be home.<br />
They all spend some more time talking over the aspects of Zayn’s psychology course studies,<br />
Niall tells a story about how he got stung by a bee <strong>on</strong> his birthday, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis explains what he has<br />
in store for his next color arrangement. Apparently, he’s been really feeling this light saffr<strong>on</strong> blue,<br />
it matches the color of the sky but it’s little more washed out, not as vibrant, dulled <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> easier <strong>on</strong><br />
the eyes. It c<strong>on</strong>nects him to nature <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> makes him feel like he may be floating around instead of<br />
trudging in his worn down shoes. He’s choosing between that <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> a gorgeous mixed <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> spiritual<br />
coral.<br />
Louis can feel his stomach leap when a very loud <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> intimidating roar sounds from just outside<br />
their window. It starts off distant <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> progressively gets more intense the closer it becomes. The<br />
sound is so vehement he can clearly hear the smooth downshift. It’s a deep growling, though it<br />
comes across more full than a car without a muffler.<br />
“Does some<strong>on</strong>e who lives here drive a motorcycle?” Niall asks.<br />
“Not that I know of.” Louis answers as the sound shuts off just outside the living room window.<br />
They’re all kind of waiting, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> with the window open they can hear the pers<strong>on</strong> whistling, boots<br />
brushing over the cracked c<strong>on</strong>crete of the walkway. For some reas<strong>on</strong>, Louis just knows that it’s<br />
Harry, by the way the steps have a wide stride, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> how there’s not a t<strong>on</strong> of people in this flat<br />
building <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> most of them are old. So unless Mr. Walter hit his mid-age crisis at sixty-four, there’s<br />
no <strong>on</strong>e else who fits the bill. When the key starts rattling against the lock, it solidifies Louis’<br />
suspici<strong>on</strong>.<br />
He takes <strong>on</strong>e good, deep breath, “Harry’s home.”<br />
Just as the words hit the air the door swings open. Harry, of course, is radiant. All the depth of<br />
annoyance <strong>on</strong> his face from last night is g<strong>on</strong>e. He’s dressed in his casual black jeans, a b<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> shirt<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> that trusty leather jacket. But his hair is even more unruly, the curls in absolute disarray <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
the sight doesn’t settle well in Louis’ stomach. His eyes automatically dart to see the bike from<br />
where the fr<strong>on</strong>t door is still open, looking around Harry’s figure to find that something is missing.<br />
“Where the fuck is your helmet?” Louis’ voice is aimed sharp, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry’s eyes go wide in<br />
resp<strong>on</strong>se. He blinks, opens his mouth to speak then shuts it again, averting his eye c<strong>on</strong>tact from<br />
Louis’ stare. “Hello?”<br />
“I- uh, I left it back at my dad’s.” He shrugs, but the uncertainty in face is more than obvious,<br />
“You’re lying.” Louis states, simple.<br />
“I d<strong>on</strong>’t have <strong>on</strong>e, okay?” Harry’s brows knit down, shutting the door <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> heading straight for the<br />
kitchen. Louis st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s to meet him in there, momentarily forgetting the company that’s joining them<br />
<strong>on</strong> the couch, watching the interacti<strong>on</strong> play out.<br />
“You’ll die if you wreck, Harry.”<br />
“Okay? Then I just w<strong>on</strong>’t wreck.” Harry switches the subject before Louis can even process his<br />
next thought, “You have guests over?” He eyes the men sitting <strong>on</strong> the couch. His eyes are way<br />
but friendly.<br />
“Yeah, this is Niall, my best friend.” Niall beams at that, “And this is Zayn, he’s dating my stepbrother.”<br />
Zayn nods, but adds <strong>on</strong>, “Your friend as well, I’d still hang around you even if me <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
Liam weren’t together.”<br />
“Nice to meet you.” Harry says, green eyes flickering over to Louis, then back to whatever he’s