”Shit, it’s freezing out here,” Zayn groaned.
”I know,” Harry agreed, pulling his jacket closer. “He said he’d be here soon though, so let’s just wait a few more minutes, yeah?”
Zayn nodded and was about to respond when a small black car pulled up in front.
”He’s here!” Harry squeaked. “Are you ready?”
”I told ya mate, I’m not doing jazz hands.”
”But..but,” Harry pleaded, watching Louis step out of the car with a confused face, then, “TA DA!”
Louis barked out a laugh. “Hazza what are you doing?”
Harry blushed and lowered his arms. “Do you like it?” he asked, gesturing to the house behind him.
“Yeah, it’s lovely,” Louis shrugged. “But why are we here?”
“Well,” Harry started sheepishly, “it’s ours.”
“It’s ours?” Louis asked, confused.
”Yeah, I mean, I know we talked about getting a place together and Zayn had heard about this listing and well…”
”You bought us a house,” Louis repeated slowly, the corners of his lips curving into a smile.
Harry nodded slowly. “Yeah, babe. I bought us a house.”