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Harry woke up with someone yelling his name from the kitchen. It's too bloody early for that, he thought to himself, but while he was considering going back to sleep as if he'd never woken up, the same person screamed for him again.
With no other option, he sighed and went to the kitchen.
He found the blondie who he'd brought home last night - and what a great night it was - standing by the door, glaring at the kitchen counter.
"What's going on?", Harry asked a bit groggy.
"What is going on is that I came to the kitchen to make some breakfast and your brother started bitching on me-"
Wait, what?
"My brother..?" Harry asked furrowing his eyes.
The girl just pointed to behind Harry and. Well. He really didn't see that one coming.
Sitting on the counter, swaying his legs, was no other than Harry's brother - who he hasn't seen/talked to for over two years - Louis. Harry had to blink a few times before realizing that it was in fact his brother right in front of him. And then he blinked some more because his fucking brother was right in front of him!!
Or should he say step-brother? Half-brother?
See, when Harry was three, his father left him and his mother; one year later, she got married again and then she had Louis. But she definitelly wasn't meant to be a wife, cause her second husband also left her when Harry was twelve and Louis was eight. Even though she still kept her kids, she wasn't the same person anymore. She became very bitter, and always complained about everything as if nothing was good enough to her. The two boys had to take shit from her all the time, but what could they do? She was their mother, after all. So, it was no surprise that Harry left them the minute he turned eighteen, and boy, wasn't that the best thing he's ever done. He quickly settled himself in London, with the help of a few friends. He started working as a bartender in a club, then as a manager and then he owned the place. All that in two years! Amazing how things start working out when you don't have all that negativity surrounding you. He hasn't heard of his family for these past two years and he was more than fine with that, because his life was absolutely great. Well, until his brother shows up and gives him a headache before he's even fully awake.
"Hi Harry" Louis said, smiling sarcastically, "was just chatting with your girlfriend here. I don't think she's much of a morning person tho.." which enfuriated even more the blond girl.
That made Harry recover from his mini flashback.
"She isn't my girlfrien- Louis, what the hell are doing here?" Harry asked, still not believing his brother was actually right in front of him.
"Well, good morning to you too" Louis said, rolling his eyes, "I was passing by and decided to come say hi, but 'seems like you're busy doing charity.." he finished looking at the girl.
"EXCUSE ME?!!" she said, glaring at Louis.
"I'm sorry babe, Louis here is already leaving so-" Harry said before Louis cut him off.
"I'm actually crashing here for a while.. I forgot to tell you earlier, sorry my bad" Louis said sheepishly.
"Either he leaves or I leave" the girl huffed, turning to Harry.
"Yeah Harry, this flat doesn't fit us three plus your girlfriend's petulance." Louis said devilish.
The girl was beyond pissed by then. She looked at Harry expecting him to do something like throwing Louis outta the window. Or else she'd do it herself.
"She's not my girlfriend.." Harry said without thinking.
The girl just groaned loudly. "Fuck you both, I'm out!" she said before leaving to gather her stuff.
"Ah finally! This kitchen even seems more spacious now" Louis said taking a sip of his tea.
Two years and his brother is still the same, Harry thought to himself. He then remembered the issue in hand but before he could go after the girl, she was already slamming the door.
Louis just giggled and Harry looked at him. Typical.