I managed to finally get all my belongings, plus Cow, into my new room in the west dorm. Thanks to the generosity of @elsewherequill I can, at last, leave Room 102. It was hard to find all of my things, like they were hiding from me or something. Then I kept forgetting where to go. This does not bode well
HOTEL, c’est tout d’abord un duo de caractère, réuni par l’amour de la musique. Celle des Rolling Stones, des Kills, de Radiohead, de Damon Albarn ou encore Tame Impala.…
C’est aussi une voix, grave et lascive, sublimée par des compositions tendues et synthétiques. C’est enfin un univers, entre digital et organique, progressant sur un fil, sans jamais verser dans le désespoir dark ou la pop béate.
Summary: Harry can’t help but fell like something is missing in his life. Yeah he has great friends and an amazing room mate, but he thinks there’s something else. He might just find that something else in room 102.
Author's Notes: Sorry it has taken so long. Busy summer! Hope you enjoy lovelys! - Love Always, Kellyn
Room 102. Chapter Five
Long lanky fingers wrapped in the warmth of fleece grey gloves hold the key to the lock slowly. It was late and he was worried Louis will be pacing and biting his nails wondering why he had been nine hours late. It wasn’t his fault that he got caught into multiple deep conversations with Zayn. He also didn’t want to leave before being able to say goodbye to the precious Bree. He was expecting to see Louis curled up on the couch with a cuppa in his hands and look to him with relief flooding his face. But instead, he comes into the cottage which is just or even colder than the outside freeze. The entry way is completely dark until he flicks on the light, causing his eyes to adjust quick. Louis’ shoes sit by the door, as does his car keys and his jean jacket. The only things that are missing are Liam’s.
Harry kicks off his chucks and hangs his jacket next to the other. The house is quiet as he walks down the hall. The only sound coming from the hard thumps his feet make when meeting the old wood. He turns on every light he could find until he gets into the kitchen. On the counter sits two full plates of food and a burnt out candle. Only one glass of wine sits between the two plates and the melted ice bucket has lost it’s wine bottle companion. He walks toward the counter and runs his fingers over a few rose peddles that lay in a scattered mess. Green eyes flicker to the glass French doors that squeak as the wind blows gently. The smaller boy sits on the balcony, cross legged with a blanket too thin for this weather wrapped around him.
Harry takes two pedals in his fingers and twists them in and out as he crosses to the doors. He opens one before finding his way down next to Louis. His legs hang over the edge as he looks down. He swallows the lump in his throat before leaning back and looking over to Louis. He’s curled up like a small child when scared. He doesn’t have to look at him to know he’s been crying. The tear trails and the puffiness around his eyes tell all. The distant lights of the city illuminate the watery blue of his eyes as Harry looks through them. Louis raises the wine glass to his lips and finishes off the last before grabbing the bottle, not wasting any time with pouring it into the glass.
“What happened BooBear?” Harry says concerned as he scoots closer and envelopes Louis into his arms.
It isn’t much, but it was enough for Louis to begin another round of sobbing. His tears soaking into the cotton of Harry’s shirt. Harry coo’s Louis as he cards his fingers through feather brown hair. He kisses the lining of his hair and rocks him gently like a mother would. They stay like that for a long while as Louis continues and grips Harry’s shirt for dear life. Harry continues to comfort Louis as he takes a shaky breath and looks up into emerald.
“Liam hates me.” Is all he manages to get out between sobs.
“Why’s that?” Harry offers as he rubs circles on Louis’ back.
Louis takes another long drink of his wine before trying to compose himself a bit more. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand making his shoulder shrug off the thin blanket. Harry brings it back up for him, but it ends up falling again. Harry watches as Louis takes a shaky yet calmer breath.
“I only had one beer… one beer Harry. It only takes one and my head is buzz’n. You and I both know I’m an easy drunk. But what sucks is that I forgot. I forgot about everything because I just wanted a pint with good o’l Niall.”
“You forgot what babes?” Harry questions as he twirls the pedals through his fingers.
Louis makes a small sound that Harry thinks might be a chuckle. Louis wipes the small tears that continue unannounced.
“Today is our two year anniversary. I forgot our anniversary Harry.” Louis looks to Harry now.
Harry smirks a bit as he looks into crystal blue.
“Lou, it’s okay… I mean everyone misses anniversary here and there.”
Louis shakes his head, “No. This was our two year, and I came home drunk. Drunk Harry! Liam was sitting there with his plate still full waiting on me. And where was I?! Getting drunk off my ass!”
Louis’ tears begin again but there isn’t any hard sobbing this time.
“Louis, it’s going to be okay. Liam knows how you get when you’re drunk. He’s just mad right now. But it was an honest mistake. He’ll forgive you. I promise.” Harry gives him a squeeze.
Louis swallows hard and looks away for a brief second.
“You know how he’s been working extra hours?” Louis asks as he rubs his eye.
“Yeah.” Harry replies.
Louis laughs small, “Well not only did I ruin our anniversary, but I ruined his proposal.”
Louis looks to Harry and opens the little black box revealing a silver band with the words Forever My Dear in scripted on the inside lining. Harry takes the box in his hands and gazes at the shimmering new steel. He knows this was a big deal. Not only was Liam wanting to spend the rest of his life with Louis, but he also knew Liam worked his butt off for this. Nine months of longer hours than needed at the office. More paperwork to do, more nagging from the boss he dreads the most.
Harry looks to Louis who is wiping the tears away again. He closes the box and wraps his arms around Louis who doesn’t protest, but instead leans into Harry a bit. Harry strokes Louis’ hair and holds him tight.
“It’s okay Lou. Everything will be okay.”
Louis looks up into big emerald eyes with what Harry thought to be a glimmer of hope.
“Promise Hazza?”
Harry takes a breath, “Promise Tommo…”
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Harry opens his eyes slowly to meet shimmering blue. Louis creases his lips into a smile as he reaches over and strokes Harry’s soft cheek. Harry smiles back and chuckles a bit as he scoots closer to Louis. The smaller lad kisses his forehead and looks into emerald eyes.
“Someone is in a better mood this morning.” Harry states as bumps their heads together.
Louis shakes his head vigorously as he reaches over to get his phone. He slides it open and turns it to Harry. Harry strains his eyes to see the blurred screen. It’s a text from Laim.
Baby: Hey sweetie. Look I know I stormed out. And I know I didn’t give you an explanation, but honestly I don’t think I needed one. I was really hurt and I know that you know you made a mistake because I know you. Even though it’s not how I planned it, and I have a feeling I know your answer already…I want you to be mine forever Louis. I want to wake up to you every morning, and I want you to be the last thing I see at night. I want to grow old with you, and have the family you’re always “awwwe-ing” at when they come on the telly. I want to fight with you and then just come back and tell you how much I love you, because to be honest… Make up sex with you is OUTA this world. I wanna call you mine forever and never let you go… I’ve stayed with mum over night and I’ve had time to think. So what I want you to do as soon as Harry wakes you up (Because I know your hung over ass won’t get up by its self) is get ready, bring the box, and meet me at Charlie’s. I wanna do this right. Love Always, Liam.
Harry looks to Louis with a huge smile on his face. Harry laughs and gives the phone back.
“Well what are you waiting for you twat?! Go get ready!” Harry says as he pushes Louis off of the bed.
Louis just laughs and stumbles into the bathroom. Harry lays there a while longer, basking in the thought of his two best mates getting married. He knows Louis will make all the decisions because he won’t let Liam have a say in anything. He also knows Louis is going to want a spring wedding because it brings out his complexion better and will also bring out the shimmering amber that surfaces in Liam’s eyes. Louis will be wearing the white tux, He would wear a dress if he could, Harry thought with a giggle. And he also knows that he himself will be Louis’ best man and Niall will be Liam’s. The thoughts continue racing through his head as he sits on the edge of the bed. He shakes out his curls before he stands up and slips on a pair of red boxers. Their a bit loose in the bum area so he knows Louis accidentally put them in the wrong pile after wash. He makes his way into the kitchen and begins making himself and Louis a cup of tea when the doorbell rings. He groans a bit, not really wanting to see anyone at the moment. But he thinks it could be Liam who never remembers his key and always knocks before coming in, even though it’s his house too.
Long feet shuffle across the wood floor, gliding like an ice skater would. He unlocks the door and opens it before turning around quickly and gliding back down the hall way.
“I swear Liam, you need to start taking your key everywhere yeah? I mean what if we aren’t home? Then what are you going to do?”
Harry listens to the sound of heavy boots on the floor as he stirs in the milk for Louis’ tea.
“Do you always sock skate in your underwear?” a gravely voice sounds from the kitchen arch way.
Harry’s words get caught in the back of his throat and his stiring ceases before he turns his head slowly to meet amber orbs. He swallows the lump and parts his lips. Zayn leans in the archway as he smirks in the way Harry thinks is adorable. But he can’t, He can’t think he’s adorable because he’s a professor for Christ sakes. His professor to be exact. He shakes his head and looks away from the amber trance.
“Erm… no. Only on Mondays.” He manages to get out without sounding too nervous.
He gets another cup down and begins to prepare Zayn tea also. Something to keep him busy and to show him a little hospitality. Harry brings the other too cups over to the table and sits down.
“Why don’t you…erm…sit?” he says shyly.
Zayn sits as Harry takes the teabag out of one of the cups and begins pouring the steaming liquid into a travel mug for Louis. The timer on the kettle goes off just as he screws on the travel lid. He rushes over and pours the tea into the cup, bringing the milk and sugar over to Zayn. He sets the cup infront of him and places the milk and the sugar in between. Zayn nods a gentle thank you and ignores the milk and sugar, going straight for the plain black. He coughs a couple times before smiling at Harry who looks somewhat amused.
“You alright Mr.Ma- erm, Zayn?”
Zayn chuckles a bit, “Yeah, just not used to this tea… More of a coffee drinker myself.” He states adding a bit of sugar to his cup.
Harry’s eyes flutter to the man in front of him. He watches as he adds the sugar and stirs it with even strokes. He watches as his jaw clenches and unclenches like he’s nervous or something. He watches the way he takes another sip before setting it down and adding a bit more to it. But when amber starts to rise, emerald flickers away.
“Harry, I’m going with Liam now don’t wait on m-“ Louis stops in the archway and smiles deviously before continuing to stride over to the table.
He takes his travel mug and places a kiss to Harry’s hair line.
“As I was saying, don’t wait up on us tonight. Bye curly… and bye Mr.Malik.” He teases as he walks back down the hall and out the door.
Harry blushes, knowing the teasing tone in Louis’ voice. But Zayn doesn’t catch it and just smiles up at Harry. Harry smiles back not really knowing what to say next. All he could think to ask was the simplest question ever.
“Not to erm…be rude Mr.Malik. But why are you here?” He questions from behind his mug.
Zayn’s face brightens up as though he too forgot why he had come. He goes into his pocket and takes out a roll of pounds. Harry bites the inside of his cheek as Zayn takes out fifty pounds and sets it on the table between them.
“Fifty pounds seem alright?” He states, keeping the other rolled up cash in his hand.
Harry looks from the money to Zayn a couple times trying to figure out what in the hell he’s talking about.
“What? Why are you giving me money?” He asks taking another sip of his tea.
“For watching Bree this weekend. I really appreciate it and she had a great time.”
Harry chuckled and slid the money back to Zayn.
“S’okay Mr.Malik…I volentured to watch Bree. I honestly don’t want your money.”
Zayn smirked and rolled up the money before coming up with a bright idea of his own.
“Are you hungry? How about I take you out for breakfast as a thank you?”
Harry bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. It’s not like he didn’t want to go to breakfast with Zayn. He was so willing too, but he knew he baby sat because he wanted to help him out. He had no intention of getting paid. He had a lot of fun with Bree. Even if he was expecting to get paid, he wouldn’t have taken it after the fact of what an amazing time he had and the things he had learned about the Malik family.
He looked to Zayn who had a bit of hopefulness in his eyes as he sipped his tea. Harry’s brain said, “No Harry. You told the man you didn’t wanna be paid.” But his heart was told him, “Harry do it. Go out with him. Look at his sweet face, he just wants to thank you properly.” He swallowed the welled up ball of unsureness in his throat and smiled shyly.
“Yeah, I could eat breakfast.”
“Good… because I made reservations already,” Zayn looks at his watch, ”And you have five minutes to get ready or our reservation will be taken from us.” He says so casually it almost scares Harry just to know that he had made plans prior to Harry’s answer.
He nods and gets up, walking across the wood floor to his room feeling the strain of amber eyes fallowing him. He smirks a bit wondering which part of his body Zayn enjoys the most.
I fully expect the silent treatment from Alex again after reading this.
So, another game the guys have involves this really nice Taiwanese place we go to all the time. They make a really really spicy beef noodle soup, and it's become a rite of passage for the guys to finish it to cure their hangovers. Only Steve and Oli have finished it. Darren got halfway through and gave up. The other night, it was Alex's turn.
We spent a lot of time telling him how it really sucks, but the endorphin rush is worth it because it hurts so much, and just to keep going and blah blah. Really selling it to him and ending every sentence with "but you'll be fine, it'll be worth it."
Needless to say, he was terrified.
So they bring it out, and by this point they know about the game and they offer us free ice cream if we can finish it. Alex takes the first bite... ah it's not so bad... second... okay this is actually awful... third... get me some water please oh god.
He starts sweating and looking legitimately ill, and goes into a coughing fit. The waitress comes over and asks if he wants something else and we all say no, he HAS to do this. Oli tells him he's not a real man if he doesn't.
Steve is taking videos of him trying really hard to put on a brave face and ultimately failing... I'll try to get it from him to upload because it's really funny, the look of pain on his face after he chews for a bit.
Inevitably, he fails. To be fair, it was like eating the sun, but he didn't get through much of the broth, the hottest part, and he'd probably gotten through about a fifth of the soup overall. I was actually impressed with him for giving up instead of making himself sick though, because he had no spice tolerance and he could have actually hurt himself on this soup. I really really respected the fact that he knew his limits.
But at the same time, I can't handle this. I have to know.
I grab the bowl and start shoveling noodles into my mouth, finishing them and the beef. I drink about a third of the broth in one go. It's actually not even that bad! I mean, I'm lightheaded now and I feel like I'm going to throw up, but I'm attributing that to the fact that I have already eaten my own soup and am quite full. My stomach is cramping up from the capsaicin overload though, so I give the rest of the broth to Steve, as I had sufficiently made my point.
Steve stopped everyone and told them to look at me and what I was doing. Oli told me I was a hero, and Bella told me I was such a strong woman.
Alex wouldn't talk to me for half an hour. He thought we'd swapped the bowls for something milder, but when he realized it was actually his, he couldn't even look at me.
Kurt's dormitory seemed to have a broken air conditioning unit. And he needed someone to keep him company in his large room. His window was propped open and Kurt had placed a fan near it so that the cooler air would circulate through his room. Kurt sat in front of the fan, cross legged, on his floor contemplating all that had happened that night. Blaine had told Kurt that he had sex with someone, and Kurt was more than willing to do that, as well. Warren had caught his eye right when Kurt had arrived on campus. His muscles and brazing personality had made Kurt wonder whether he had done right by spending his time with Blaine, or whether he should try something new with someone who was far more muscled. Kurt smiled as he thought of Warren dressed in a fire-man's hat, suspenders, and loose fitting canary yellow pants saying "So; can I douse your fire with my hose?" Erotic thoughts rarely came to Kurt; but when they did, they were wonderful.
Kurt then laid down on his stomach and closed his eyes, bringing his arms up to and folding them under his chin. Kurt had definitely dressed for the heat. He had a loose-fitting, shoulder showing shirt on, and he wore tight-fitting yoga pants to show off his ass. Warren would be coming over with the pretext of fixing his air conditioner, but Kurt's endgame was to end up under that writhing, glorious body of a man with his ass filled with Warren's cock. Kurt smiled, and waited for Warren to arrive.
