Forest Greens (Larry Stylinson/AU)

Questions

"Well," Harry breathed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, slowly making his way towards Louis, "Ill have you know that in this forest, bats love to come in at night and squawk... or whatever the hell that sound's called." He giggled, with a dimply grin as his boots stopped just infront of the couch Louis was currently sitting on. Louis, however, remained silent at the situation, still unsure of what exactly was taking place at the moment.

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast since you're already up?" Harry offered, staring right down at Louis.

"Ermmm...sure, why not?" He quickly replied, nervously scratching the back of his head. Harry gave a firm nod before walking off to the kitchen, leaving Louis, who sat there, blinking away in confusion.

He couldn't understand. Louis couldn't understand why Harry had these sudden mood swings; They were so constant... he had noticed them since the very first minute they'd met.
Louis turned his head slightly, facing the kitchen to watch Harry who merrily whistled away as he poured some steaming-hot coffee into a large, white mug. Louis liked this. He preferred this. He preferred Harry in this state of mind; He preferred it when Harry spoke to him gently. Sweetly. Kindly. Why wouldn't he? Although Harry had used harsh tones with him several times since he'd stepped foot in this house, Louis had always gotten the feeling that Harry might not have been saying or acting this way purely due to carelessness, no. It was something else. But what was it? What, what, what? Why, why why?

Louis mind then snapped into sudden realisation: Questions! That was it! Questions! Harry's mood had always faltered when Louis asked questions!

But why did he get so upset at his questions? The sort of things Louis had asked him so far were nothing of the personal kind, so, why was is it that Harry always got so annoyed at questions?

Today was only Louis' second day of living under the same roof as Harry, but, he did not like this newfound curiosity of his.

He had the burning urge to find out what type of questions exactly made Harry tick ,and, hopefully in the process, he'd find out why.
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"Louis! breakfast." Harry called, walking towards the dining table with two plates of pancakes, one in each hand.

"Coming..." He replied, pushing himself up and off the couch.

"I made pancakes!" Harry beamed as the two men sat down at the table together.

"Wow, these smell amazing!" Louis complimented, hunching over his plate to take in a deep breath of the delicious scent of the pancakes.

Harry gleamed at the compliment then began to eat his breakfast, followed by Louis. They ate in silence for quite some time before Louis remembered his task: Questions.  He had to think of questions to ask Harry in order to find out what makes him upset and why.

"So," Louis began after swallowing a mouthful of pancake, "you haven't told me yet...you got family? Any relatives close by?

Harry stopped chewing and stared deeply into Louis eyes, like a deer that got caught in someone's headlights.

"Uhmmm, well, my Dad passed away a few years back, then my mum also passed away a year after...my-" Harry paused, looking down at his plate with a sense of disparity. Louis could tell that he was about to say something more but was holding back his tongue.