Louis' P.O.V.
"Hi." I said weakly. Harry stormed over to me as Zayn left the room grinning. The scowl on his face showed that he was beyond pissed off. Which, he had a right to be. I fucked up.
"You lied to me!" He said, about a foot of space now between us. His scent overpowered me and my nerves eased slightly. I just stood there and stared at him, not knowing what to say. Anything I said would be used against me so I opted to keep my mouth shut.
Harry's chest rose and fell heavily showng that he was furious. Angry Harry turned me on a little, but this was not a good time for that. "You don't even have an explanation? You're just going to stare at me like a fucking idiot?" He snarled. Ouch.
"I'm not an idiot you dick." I spat back. "I'm a grown man and I can do what I please without telling you every fucking thing." His jaw tensed and I could tell I was getting under his skin. I hated arguing with him but he was the one who came storming in here in the first place. I should have known that nothing good would come from skipping my night with Harry.
"Yes, Louis, but you lied to me. I thought that you were at Eleanor's this morning but you weren't. She told me that you came here instead. Why did you feel it necessary to come here instead of spending the night with me?" His voice had lowered a bit and he almost looked sad. "Am I doing something wrong?" Leave it to Harry to blame himself for my shit actions.
"Is it really such a big deal that you had to hunt me down? I'm not your property, Harry." I watched as his jaw tensed in frustration.
"You're my boyfriend! You seriously blew me off to come to Zayn's? And why the fuck does it smell like weed in here?" He ran a hand through his hair and stared at me, waiting for a response. Lie, lie, lie, I told myself.
"Zayn's house always smells like weed."
"You were high last night, weren't you?" He growled. I didn't say anything and he slammed his hand on the wall next to him, scaring the shit out of me. "Fuck it, Louis! What's wrong with you?"
"It's just marijuana! It's not like it was cocaine or some shit!" Zayn was probably laughing his ass off in the other room but I was too furious to care. Harry was so protective of me sometimes that I couldn't stand it. "I may be your boyfriend but you can't tell me what I can and can't do. I think I can make my own decisions thank you very much." I spat. Harry leaned into me, his jaw clenched.
"You, Louis. You fucking left me for a plant. A plant. You're pathetic." My heart panged in my chest and I nodded. I had completely ditched my boyfriend for drugs. That was basically the definition of pathetic.
"Yeah, I am pretty pathetic, aren't I?" I retorted, glancing up at him. His features softened a little but overall, he did a pretty good job of remaining cold-hearted. I just wanted to end this stupid fight and melt into his arms, but of course I had to suffer the consequences of my senseless actions that took place the previous night.
"I don't even know what to say to you." He said softly, shaking his head. "Do you even want to be in this relationship?" That question caught me off-guard. My stomach twisted a little at the thought of breaking up with Harry. I wasn't ready for that at all and I needed to make sure that he knew that.
"Of course I do, Harry." I sighed.
"You sure as hell aren't acting like it. You've been avoiding me lately." His tone still had an edge to it, but our voices had lowered tremendously.
"Just..." I didn't know what to say to him. The only explanation that I had was a really shitty one. Why was I avoiding Harry? My mind refocused on him and he had a frown etched into his features.
"Actually, Louis, no. Forget it. Just get your stuff from the house and you can move in with Eleanor." He said quietly before turning around and heading to the door. I started to panic and rushed after him.
"Wait!" He froze but didn't turn around to face me. "I don't have to move out until Saturday." There was a short silence before he replied.
"I know." He said quietly. He was ending things between us because I couldn't tell him anything. My insides felt like they were caving in and my eyes started to water. He was not going to walk away from me.
"You're making a huge fucking deal out of this!" I grabbed his arm and turned him around to find that there were tears in his eyes. That sight only made me feel worse. "Harry." My voice cracked and I started shaking my head. "Please don't leave. I'm so in love with you that I can barely function without you."
"It doesn't seem that way anymore."
"But you have to believe me when I say that I love you more than anything in the world. I only came here last night to get my mind off of a few things. I was too selfish to stay with you like I had promised." I rubbed my eyes and, before I could open them, I felt a pair of muscular arms hug my waist. Harry's head rested on my shoulder and I gladly accepted the gesture, the feeling of his arms around me filling the hole that was slowly forming in my heart.
"Fuck everything, Louis." He mumbled into me. "We're so fucked up."
"No we aren't. I am, but you aren't. You're so perfect, Harry." I said softly. Harry hadn't done anything to mess up our relationship so far, only me. Every time we fought it was my fault and I hated myself for it.
"I'm in love with you." He picked his head up and gave me a small smile. "I'm so fucking in love with you." My chest fluttered and my lips twitched upward. He had such a strong effect on me it was almost comical.
"I know." We stood there for god knows how long until Zayn walked out and cleared his throat.
"Are you two done fighting over shit that doesn't matter?" He grinned. "I swear you're a couple of women." I shot him a glare and Harry gave him a rude gesture. "Oh, and you're welcome for the weed. Good shit, huh?"
"Shut the fuck up, Zayn." I groaned.
"I'm still pissed about that." Harry whispered before pulling away from me. He did have the right to be mad about me smoking, but he was making a huge deal out of it. Really, I could've been doing something much worse but his protective side probably got the best of him.
"We're going to go." I announced, taking Harry's hand in mine. Zayn raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Don't say it, Zayn." I knew he was going to hint at us having make up sex and I didn't want to put Harry in that position. It would be too awkward and I really didn't want to deal with that.
"You two have fun." Zayn said slowly. "Don't break the bed." I heard him mutter under his breath.
"Sorry, what was that?" Harry asked playfully. Oh my god, Harry just shut up.
"I said, don't break the bed." He gave me a devilish grin before turning around to go back to his room. "Bye!" He waved above his head, not bothering to look back. He could be such an ass sometimes. We walked outside and got into Harry's car, his smell hitting me like a ton of bricks.
I felt Harry nudge my arm and I looked down at him. He had half of his mouth curved into a grin and I could tell he had a joke under his hat. "You know, I have been wanting a new bed." He murmured. I swear my heart stopped.
"Harry Edward Styles, are you hinting at what I think you're hinting at?" I said cautiously. The seductiveness left his face and he looked at the road as he backed into the street.
"Do you want me to be hinting at that?" He asked. He was so careful and it always made me feel like a shit boyfriend because I never retaliated. I just went with my gut. But Harry always put himself in someone else's shoes before saying anything that could be potentially offensive and it never ceased to amaze me. He was such an honest and genuine person that it made my heart swell with even more affection.
"Do you want me to want you to be hinting at that?" I evaded his eyes as I avoided directly answering his question. He knew my tricks by now so all that he did was let out a tiny giggle. That giggle was enough to make my eyes snap up to his and it had me reaching out to poke his stupid dimple.
"What?" He asked innocently. God, he could not get any cuter.
"You're one of the most adorable people I've ever known." My voice was a bit slower than usual considering I was mesmerized by the way his hair curled around his perfect face and how his perfectly chiseled jaw was staring right at me.
"I'm not adorable, Louis." He scoffed. "I am a man."
"Yeah, a man who likes dick and keeps a journal." I snorted. He shot a glare my way but laughed.
"You weren't supposed to find that journal." He reminded me.
"You're right, but that doesn't change the fact that you still have one. However, if you hadn't started writing in one, how would I have known that I could suck your dick and actually have you enjoy it?" He bit his lip and stifled a giggle.
"Shut up." He said, shaking his head. My eyes traveled down his long, muscular arm that was extended over the steering wheel and I could practically feel myself drooling. The way his tattoos fit perfectly over his tanned biceps made it hard not to stare. At the top of the steering wheel, his hand hung limply, his long and thin fingers tapping the air. "It's rude to stare, Louis." He said, breaking me from my trance.
"I wasn't staring." I said, sinking into my seat. How could I not stare?
"I just saw you gaping at my arm."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I have much better things to do than stare at your arms." He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
"Yeah, okay." A small smile was evident on his lips and I crossed my arms in satisfaction. I had managed to find the most perfect guy in the world without even trying.
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Harry and I were sprawled out on my bed, laptops in front of us. It was one of those boring Wednesday evenings when you have absolutely nothing to do so you rot your mind on the internet. I was on Twitter and Harry was on Tumblr, neither of us saying a word to each other for an extended period of time.
"Louis, look at this." Harry said, nudging my shoulder. I moved my eyes to his screen and saw a masterpost of us being "anything but platonic".
"Louis and Harry are anything but platonic." Harry began reading. "I have never in my life seen two males look at each other they way they do. You can practically see the heart emojis floating between them." He stopped and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "I guarantee there's another Larry song on the new album. I'm totally expecting a lyric change involving the two during the Where We Are Tour as well. Anyway, here are some pictures of them being utterly adorable." I watched as Harry reblogged the post then started laughing.
"I think we have more fans than we thought." He continued to scroll through his dash and I shook my head in disbelief.
"They always nail these things right on the head, don't they? Eleanor being a beard, you writing songs for me, all of that shit. I swear they're spying on us."
"They're just really good at making up theories that just happen to be true."
"You can tell yourself that all you want. I'm set on them being spies." I pushed myself up before getting off of the bed and receiving a pouty lip from Harry.
"Where are you going?" He asked with fake anguish.
"To get something. Stay here." I backed out of my room while giving him a playful smile before entering his room. I kicked a pair of pants across the room and made my way to the corner to retrieve his guitar. I picked up the beautiful instrument and ran my fingers over the strings once, immediately slapping them down so the sound didn't echo to my room. When I reentered my room, Harry was on my computer. "What are you doing?" I asked, causing him to jump.
"Nothing." He said quickly. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bed, setting the guitar down in front of him. "What's that for?"
"I want you to make it for dinner." I said sarcastically. He pursed his lips and I laughed. "I want you to play it, stupid."
"What song?" Harry snatched it up and held it in his lap like a baby. The guitar fit him perfectly and I felt my cheeks heat up with affection.
"You and I." I sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Cheeky." He said, kissing the top of my head. The intro to the song began and I closed my eyes, enjoying every second of it. I loved being with Harry. Everything about him made me feel weightless.
"I figured it out
I figured it out from black and white
Seconds and hours
Maybe they had to take some time"
Somehow his voice always managed to activate my zen mode. I could be stressing about ten things at once and the second I heard his voice, those things flew out the window. My hand found its way onto Harry's knee and I snuggled closer to his neck as he sang. Each word drilled into my heart and it fluttered with the fact that this song was written for me. This was my special song and no one else's.
Sooner than I would have liked, the song ended and Harry set down his guitar. "You know that every single one of those lyrics applies to our relationship, right?"
"I like to think that, yeah." I said softly. I looked up at him and his eyes darted down to my lips. He slowly leaned down before placing a chaste kiss on my mouth.
"I love you a lot." He whispered.
"I love you more."
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