LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

LOUIS’ P.O.V

I never thought I would ever be sitting on a dining table in such a royal manner and in a pish posh way. I usually had a habit of eating by just grabbing my food and stuffing it into my mouth. But I saw harry eating. Like some king seated in front of you and you eat by fork and knife, one bite at a time that too very little pieces at once. This was something not my type. But I still did not wanted myself to be ashamed of not knowing how to use a fork and a knife. So I pick them as they were placed in front of me. knife in the right hand and a fork in the left hand. I acted as if no one in the world knew how to use them. Only me!!! Ha. I was such an actor.

My back was arched. I looked at harry. His back was stiff and straight. I copied him at once. I began with piercing my fork into a piece of chicken which was on my plate and tried to put some gravy over it with the knife.
Omg why did he have be so full of mannerisms. It was hard to copy him. I would occasionally copy him by checking his movements and postures.

The whole time he was seated straight. He did not speak a word. As we are taught in our junior classes that we are not supposed to be talking with food in our mouth or you could say while eating. He would smile at me whenever he caught me staring at him. That was a bit embarrassing though. But for now I did not mind cause I was doing things which could be named embarrassing. I would smile at him back and then concentrate on my food. I was just acting. And in the process I had forgotten to compliment his cooking chicken for the first time. As I I was about to say—
“aren’t you liking the chicken Louis? Is it that bad?” he asks me a bit confused and a bit disappointed as if he had really messed up his chicken but believe me no one could say it was for the first time he had cooked chicken.

“no no no no no. I like it. I like it. one of the finest chickens I’ve ever eaten. Really this is amazing.”

“you like it?” his smile widened and the dimples had to appear.

“very”I say smacking my lips.

“so here have some more Louis. Your still nibbling with that one piece.”He says as he picks up the serving spoon and puts some more on my plate.

“its okay harry. I’ll serve myself.”

“it isn’t a formality anymore”
I smile and we went quiet again. It wasn’t awkward and all nor it was something weird but for me my food was taking a lot of time to enter my mouth coz I actually ha d to struggle a lot before actually putting it into my mouth with the fork. I did not want to do this anymore. I was really hungry and if this food went on this way, I’m seriously gonna starve. And this is not going to help me.

I couldn’t control my urge to ask him a thing. I went on. Usually I don’t think before saying anything to anybody. I’m areally frank and a straight forward kind of a person. If I think I don’t like something I would say it on their face until I’m not hurting them too bad. So I went on with what I had to ask him.

“err..harry?”

“hmm”

“why do…you kind of live..such a ..sophisticated life?” I ask him not being too rude.
He paused for a little while. Stared at me for 2 secs and then went on

“who, me?”

“yes you. I mean you live alone. You can do whatever you want to. Then why do you have to be so full of manners and so prim and proper ways like there’s.. .u know some celebrity kind of person sitting in front of you and they’re judging you.”
Till the end of the sentence he did not shift his glare away from me. And by now he was laughing at me.

“…Louis are you uncomfortable with all this?? Don’t lie”

“see, to be honest I am coz I am not in a habit of using such stuff or eating in such a royal king style. I mean how do you do that?” I was ready and in full mood to argue over him on the topic that food tasted good if you ate it with your bare hands.

“I could see the way you were staring at me all the while. I knew you were a bit uncomfortable. But its okay with me if you wish to have it your way on the couch, on the floor, on the bed, even in the bathroom if you wish too. Anyway and everywhere.”

“seriously?” I say shocked as I literally choked on my food.

“yeah sure. As for me I am in the habit of all this from childhood, so there’s something I can’t change about myself…atleast for now” he says shrugging and began eating his food again.

“but you should try you know..this feels really good”

“it gets all messy messy. And I don’t like it” he says making an ugly expression.

“as you wish. But just tell me how did you know I copying you?”
“c’mon Louis, that was really simple. I could see you were concentrating on your table manners more than on your food that too literally copying. You didn’t have to do THAT” he says stressing on that.

“that’s really clever of you. Your so observant.’’

‘’yeah that everybody says. And yes you were still eating that one little piece for atleast 10 mins”

“I was just trying to pierce in the fork and then cut….it took time u know and then after that you put in so much of chicken on my plate I thought for the whole night I’m gonna sit on the table and just keep trying to do things with…it”

“you don’t have to do that now. as for the amount of chicken, you’ll finish it ,you’re not a pigeon anyway or are you?’’

“why?? Do I look like one?”I was literally laughing by now coz if he thought I looked like a bird then if he asked me what he looked like its gonna be difficult to explain it to him that I thought he was a greek god.

“yeah you do. You look like a pigeon to me” he was laughing hard and I’m sure he wont live anymore. H called me a pigeon.

“w-what what what?? I ? look? Like ? a PIGEON?? I damn pigeon? Harry you haven’t observed me nicely” I was soo going to punch.. how could he call me a pigeon. But the moment I realized I was crying like a girl I tried to control, otherwise the fork would be sticking onto harry’s head the next moment.

“sorry…sorry Louis….i didn’t mean to say that” he said in between laughs.

“well I can say your observation is too strong coz nobody’s said that to me before” I say raising my right eyebrow.

“maybe nobody’s observed you soo strongly than me” he says. His facial expression changed from funny one to a more serious and a subtle one.

“oh-oh okay…you don’t even know me that much” the conversation was heading to somewhere else.

“so I would like too u know.”

“what do you wanna know?” I ask him.

“umm..whatever u want me to know!!”

“okay but after the dessert, okay?”

“fine. I love chocolate anywayzz”

“I figured that out”

“don’t tell me you too observe me” he says getting up from the seat and I too follow him to the kitchen with my plate and put in the sink.

“I wash the dishes till then you can serve the desserts” I say.
Harry does it the way he was told and by the time I was done he was seated on to the couch with two huge bowls of chocolate ice cream kept on the table.

“hurry up Louis its melting” he shouts from the hall

“wait, I’m coming” I say as I hurry to the hall and take a seat on the other couch which was in front of harry’s couch.

“yeah so continuing with the topic I guess the things I’ve observed need to be talked about.” I was not really sure about bringing this topic up right now but I know my head wont rest until I know the reasons.

“I –i- I don’t understand Louis. Be more specific.” He says handing me the ice cream bowl and taking the other for himself. By now I had my legs up on the couch folded In a cris-cross manner.

“uumm ..err see what I saw last night was something really which concerned and I’d like to talk about it.” His facial expression s were changing and turning into serious looks with every word which exited my mouth.

Notes

heya! a new chap for you guyzz.. sorry or a late update. these exams keep me busy!!
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