Louis' POV

"Oi Dean" Louis called out to his landlord, a smug smile on his face.

"Yes Tommo, whadya want? Have you decided to stay after all? Realised how valuable this apartment is and want to beg me for a price reduction, well-"

"Cut the crap Dean. As a matter of fact, I wanted to let you know that I'll be moving out first thing tomorrow morning. I've found myself a great apartment that's twice the size of this one and is much more conveniently located so boo ya" Louis said smirking and with began climbing up the flight of stairs, feeling victorious and on top of the world.

He opened the door and was greeted by the rank stench of his apartment. Days worth of dirty clothes, unwashed dishes and masturbation had clearly left his apartment smelling not much like a bouquet of flowers.

Louis sighed to himself. Packing. Fuck. He hated packing. Why was packing necessary anyway, it's 2016 for fucks sake why couldn't we teleport to places or something.

He looked around in despair dreading the task that lay before him.

He hauled all his clothes out of the cupboard and threw them onto the bed. Then he got a shoebox from somewhere and threw all his toiletries into it.

There. Things were already seeming under control. Time for a break! He thought to himself gleefully.

After about an hours worth of break, ( he had decided to skip work today in favour of getting this shit done) he decided to resume packing.

He looked around for his suitcase but couldn't find it. After another 15 minutes of searching and of course another half an hour long break, he saw it was on top of his cupboard.

How the fuck did it get there? He wondered to himself already worried about how he was supposed to get it down. He went to the bathroom and dragged out a stool and stood on it carefully, dragging the heavy suitcase down, sneezing and coughing as the dust particles scattered around the room.

He unceremoniously transfered the clothes from the bed to the suitcase and breathed a sigh of relief. This called for another break for sure.

Louis woke up from what was supposed to be a "quick nap" and jumped up in horror when he saw it was already 7 pm. Fuck. He had only got clothes and toiletries under control there was so much more to get done...

Looks like he wouldn't be able to get laid tonight he thought grimly to himself.

2 hours of dedicated working later, Louis was officially done with his packing. He had thrown all his stuff into an assortment of bags and boxes. There, that should do.

His motto was, why pack stuff neatly when you were going to have to unpack it anyway?

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Harry's POV

Harry rushed into the motel, knowing he had only one hour left before work. He decided that he would atleast get started with a little bit of packing so that he wouldn't have to feel pressurised when he was back from work all sweaty and tired.

Harry had always been the very organised kinda guy. He loved things to be in order. He cracked his knuckles and began packing playing some music on his phone to keep him occupied.

He first went and fetched a few cardboard boxes and a marker and began labelling each box. The first one was labelled "Hair", the second one "Shirts" and so on.. he didn't have many things to pack but wanted it to be neat and organised for when he moved into his new apartment.

The more organised your packing is now, the easier it'll be to unpack he thought to himself humming happily as he continued labelling the boxes...

Author's Note
Are you like Louis or Harry? I'm sure most of you will say Louis :p Personally, I'm a mix of both :) I hope you'll liked this chapter, I loved writing it.
Happy reading xx