You Are The Only One (Larry Mpreg) *Editing*

Chapter 35 : The Change

London

The once dark sky turned into reddish hues. Birds were flying out from their nest, looking for food. Morning just started with a promise of a nice day. Louis opened his eyes. His thick eyelashes fluttered framing his baby blue eyes. He stared at the ceiling above him, feeling confused. He was not sure where he at. He roamed his eyes around the bedroom, trying to remember the surrounding. Home? He remembered he was not in Zayn's apartment anymore. He was already in the house.

He looked down on his oversized t-shirt. He frowned didn't remember he own anything like that. He remembered that he had fallen asleep on the couch last night in his blouse and jeans. "Who tucked me into my bed? Harry! This shirt? Who changed my clothes? Harry!" Louis was cursing Harry in his mind.

He shook his head, erasing all the thoughts. He walked into his bathroom to do his morning business. He dabbed his wet face with a small towel while walking towards his closet. He changed into a new panties before he wore his black legging. He wanted to take the shirt off but cancelling it because he felt comfortable with the soft fabric and the smell.

He was about to walk to the stairs when he remembered Harry told him to wake him up. He stood in front of Harry's bedroom before he warily knocked on the door. No response. He knocked again firmly. No response again. He grew restless. He carefully twisted the knob before he entered the room.

He shook his head looking around Harry's bedroom. It was messy like a busted ship. His eyes hurt looking at the room condition. In a corner, his dirty laundry was mounting on the floor. On his bedside table, all of his belongings were messily thrown. On the big bed, Harry was curling in his duvet like a burrito. His messy curls could be seen peeking out from the duvet.

Louis slowly walked towards the bed. "Harry! Wake up. Wake up!" he called.

No response.

"Hey... wake up! Don't blame me if you're late to the office!" he scolded.
He was annoyed with Harry's stubbornness who seemed hard to wake up. Harry even pulled the duvet tighter around his body blocking Louis' wake up call. He replied Louis' call with a long whine.

Louis was beyond annoyed with Harry who was ignoring him. He harshly snatched the duvet from Harry revealing his toned body covered with just a tight boxer. Goose bumps were growing on Louis' skin. He was nervous looking at Harry's bare skin and long body. He cleared his throat to regain his composure.
"Did he die?" Louis mumbled.

Harry was still frozen.

Louis wanted to shake his body waking him out of his slumber but he was scared and shy. He left Harry alone to exit the bedroom.

Harry who was pretending asleep all that time opened one of his eyes when he felt Louis has gone. He grinned happily. He wanted to know how much efforts Louis could put to wake him up. He just wanted to tease him. He quickly closed his eyes when he heard Louis' footsteps approaching.

Louis came back with a jug of water. He smirked when he poured the cold water on Harry. "Harry wake up! Wake up Harry!"

Harry jumped up on his bed. He hugged himself while shivering when he felt the water was cold like ice. His eyes grew wide looking at the laughing Louis. He was clutching his tummy looking at the wet Harry.

"You've wetted my bed," Harry whined.

Louis smiled. "Serve your right! I've woke you up but you're the stubborn one. So I had no other choice." He shrugged.

Harry smiled hopelessly. He remembered last night. Louis' looked so sad. But this morning, he was cheerful. Harry was relieved.

"So where should I sleep at tonight?"

"Not my business!"

"Hmm... I know. I'll just sleep in your room tonight."

Harry jumped out from the bed before he grabbed a new towel. He nonchalantly changed his wet boxer into the towel in front of Louis.

Louis quickly turned his body facing the door. His heart was thumping quicker. He walked to the door.

"I'll lock my door tonight. You can sleep in the guest bedroom. My room is small, not fitted for you!" he excused while exiting the room. Harry's replies caught his ears.

"I don't mind your small room, don't you have a big bed?" Louis just ignored him.

He jogged down the stairs heading to the kitchen. He gathered all the ingredients to make some pancakes.

Half an hour later, Harry entered the kitchen before sitting on the bar stool. He looked dashing in his suit, his short curls was styled into a quiff. Louis put a plate of pancakes down in front of him. The delicious smells invaded his nose inviting his lost appetite back from two weeks ago.

"Bacon?" Louis asked him.

"Yes please." He said before Louis put two pieces of bacon on his plate straight from the pan.

"Do you need any help?" Harry asked him.

"No need. Just help yourself to eat." Louis said while putting a cup of black coffee and a glass of water in front of him before he went to the sink.

Harry smiled like a fool looking at Louis who was busy at the sink. He was happy because Louis was wearing his big shirt making his petite figure looking even smaller.

"Lou, come eat with me." He called.

"You eat first. I want to rinse this pan, I'll eat later." He refused.

Actually Louis was feeling nervous. He didn't want to eat on the same table with Harry. He felt uncomfortable when Harry was staring at him.

"Please... eat with me." Harry's voice sounded like he was pleading.

Louis sighed softly. He wiped his hands on a kitchen towel before he approached the breakfast bar. He forced a smile on his face while he cursed Harry in his head. He slowly cut his pancake before he put it in his mouth. The food felt bitter on his tongue. The quiet atmosphere makes Louis restless. He just heard Harry chomping down his food.

"Delicious." Harry praised when he swallowed a piece of the fluffy pancakes coated with maple syrup.

Louis smiled cynically, "Does he wanted to start a conversation?"

"If you cook for me like this everyday, I'll get fat easily." Harry tried his best looking for any idea to make Louis talk to him.

Quiet.

"Hey... wall! Talk to me. Why are you being quiet?" Harry blinked his eyes looking at the kitchen's wall.

Louis pouted his lips. "Mock me as much as you want!"

"You didn't have to praise me. Whatever I cooked before, you never touched them. Don't tell me you're regretting it now." Louis snapped. He was mocking Harry on purpose, to ease his heart. He reminded the old memories to Harry. Memories between Harry, Xander and him. Memories that witnessing his care for Harry was wasted just like that.

Harry choked on his saliva. "Okay, I admit all my faults and I'm so sorry. But now is different," he said before he drank his coffee. "Can we talk next time?"

Louis stilled. Neither nodded nor shook his head.

"I want for us to start a new chapter in our live. But before that there's a lot of things that I want to explain to you. We need to talk about... that night."

Louis was still not answering him, playing with his food. He bowed his head, hiding his mixed expressions.

Harry sighed softly. He quickly drank his water before he stood from the chair. "Don't forget to call Mom. He won't stop worrying."

Louis nodded still was not looking at him. He also stood from his chair to clean the table and wash the dishes. But when he was about to walk away, Harry held his waist firmly before he kissed his forehead. His eyes grew wide.

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