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His <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry’s flat comes into view a short distance away, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ really looking forward to<br />

cranking the heat, curling into the couch with a thick comforter <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> watching stupid movies he’s<br />

probably seen about a hundred times already.<br />

But there’s still a car in the driveway, Harry’s car, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his bike parked directly next to it.<br />

And that’s… odd? He’s still here, which Louis was wholly not expecting. And he’s not upset<br />

about it, but it’s catching him off guard. He was planning to be out a little later, but he didn’t have<br />

the heart to hang around the museum l<strong>on</strong>ger just in case they had decided against the job <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> said<br />

something to him about it right then <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> there. Which is likely ridiculous <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> wouldn’t happen,<br />

but paranoia is sometimes persistent <strong>on</strong> Louis’ mind <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s not feeling the need to test his<br />

anxiety out today.<br />

The sun dips behind a light grey cloud, making the <strong>on</strong>ly heat source dissipate <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ walking<br />

speeds because shit, it’s fucking <str<strong>on</strong>g>cold</str<strong>on</strong>g> now.<br />

His h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> is aching from being tucked into his tight pockets, shielding from the breeze. His fingers<br />

stretch <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> pop <strong>on</strong>ce before he can get the key into the lock, opening the door quietly. Half of him<br />

expects to see people over, the other half looking for Harry to be in the kitchen. The kid eats like<br />

fucking crazy, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> even after buying out eighty percent of the small grocery store, it’s about time<br />

to go back again. But, Harry’s going this time, Louis’ not taking the chances of ab<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><strong>on</strong>ment.<br />

The flat is dead silent, no noise in the kitchen, no voices, no sleeping body <strong>on</strong> the couch. Harry’s<br />

door is open, but the light’s off. Maybe a friend came <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> picked Harry up? That’d explain his car<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> bike still being in the driveway despite him not being here.<br />

Louis kicks off his shoes, pulling his sleeves over his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s to hopefully warm them just a bit as<br />

he strolls into the kitchen to grab a lighter. It’s not as easy to flick the Bic when your fingers <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

covered in a flammable fabric, but Louis’ become at expert at maneuvering with a case of ‘sweater<br />

paws’ or whatever the fuck they’re supposed to be called.<br />

He lights about four c<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>les, before reaching for the remote with all the intent to flop down <strong>on</strong> the<br />

couch. The flat is always pretty warm, but he’s freezing so he’s grabbing a comforter anyway,<br />

because he can.<br />

Rubbing his covered h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s together, he goes towards his bedroom, stopping just in fr<strong>on</strong>t of the<br />

closed door. There’s a sound coming from inside, his televisi<strong>on</strong> <strong>on</strong>, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis knows for a fact he<br />

didn’t forget to switch it off. It’s not a scary feeling, c<strong>on</strong>sidering any robber-slash-murderer would<br />

likely not be hanging out in the homeowner’s bedroom, watching TV like it was the most leisurely<br />

thing.<br />

He turns the h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>le, being as quiet as possible.<br />

Once he peeks his head in, he can see his previous assumpti<strong>on</strong> was right, the televisi<strong>on</strong> is <strong>on</strong>,<br />

volume turned down low. The light’s <strong>on</strong>, bed is still made, but there’s no <strong>on</strong>e in immediate sight.<br />

So he c<strong>on</strong>tinues <strong>on</strong>, hearing a faint humming sound, it’s coming from his open closet. The light is<br />

<strong>on</strong> in there too (how awesome are walk in closets? Lights <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> all) <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis decides the culprit is<br />

most definitely hanging out in his closet, he doesn’t really blame them, his taste in attire is pretty<br />

fucking great.<br />

He pokes his head around the corner <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> what catches his eye is enough to make his heart flip<br />

over in his chest, his face immediately beaming with the widest smile.

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