"Oh my God. You were right. Ew, ew, ew!"
Harry lazily looks up from his position on the couch, watching Louis dart into the living area from the bathroom. His blue eyes are wide, perturbed, and his cheeks an awful shade of pink. He lowers the volume on the television so he can try to make out what he's muttering. "I was right about what?"
Louis bites his lip, nearly ripping the skin. He was really hoping the pain would remove the disturbing memories. He can't believe that just happened, and he saw it. "Our parents are f*****g in their bedroom."
"How can you be so sure?" His stepbrother sits up, obviously trying to hide his snorting laughter. "Not that I think you're wrong. But they could be intimidating whales. You never know."
Walking over to him, he slaps Harry on the chest playfully
