HungerGames4evr

Cold London air berated against the large flat. The howl of the wind was drowned out by the laughter of the tv, which had been filling the silence of the flat for nearly five hours now. Harry lay on the couch, slouched so far down that his shoulder blades touched the cushion and his long legs covered the entire width of the coffee table. He held the remote idly in his hand, tapping it occasionally with his fingers and flipping through stations until he grew bored of the motion. Louis wasn't back yet, he hadn't been back all day or the night previous. He was out with Eleanor was all Harry knew, out with his girlfriend with the pretty smile an