"Get me out of here Louis!" He yells, twisting his body around, trying to slip from the tape holding his hands and feet. Louis rolls his eyes and slams the shed door, leaning against it. Harry smirks at him, grabbing onto Louis' ripped shirt.
"Fuck...
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Louis holds the smoke in his lungs, looking over at Niall. "So that's why I moved here," Niall ends, leaning against the headboard. Louis let's the smoke out of his lungs, Zayn snatches the blunt from Louis' hand, Louis feels his limbs relax. Zayn puts the blunt to his lips, the boys watch as he flicks the lighter, his chest rising.
Harry scrunches his nose, "Zayn how do you hold it in for so long?" Zayn smirks and shrugs his shoulders, he hands the blunt over to Liam who is laying in his lap. Louis glances over at Harry, he grabs onto one of his curls. "We need to put your hair in a bun," Louis says without thinking, "you would look sexy as fuck."
Niall giggles, "yes we need to do that. Does anyone have a hair tie?" Harry shakes his head, slapping Louis' hand from his hair, Louis pouts.
"Nope. We are not doing that," Harry shuts it down, turning away from the boys. Liam sits up from Zayns lap, "no please! You'd look amazing."
Harry sighs, taking the blunt from Liam, he takes a deep drag, looking a little curious. He coughs out some smoke, "fuck. Fine."
Louis claps his hands excitedly, he walks over to his closet. "Eleanor left some bindies here somewhere," he says, mostly to himself, he turns back to Harry who is frowning. Zayn is trying to tell Niall how to hold it in. "Oi! Right here," Louis bends over and grabs a stray hair tie laying on the floor. Harry gets off the bed, waiting until Louis sits down. Harry sits on the concrete in between Louis' legs.
Louis stares down at Harry, "alright, Curly. I'm going to attempt to do your hair. I used to help with my sisters a lot." He runs his hands through his hair, smiling when Harry sighs contently. Louis flattens is hair, pulling it together and twisting it into a bun. Harry turns around when Louis is done.
"Holy shit Harry. You're hot. I might need to get some of that," Liam jokes, Louis frowns at Liam. Harry shakes his head, he walks over to Louis' mirror and looks at himself.
"Speaking of hair. Lou, you need a shower," Zayn says, "greasy as fuck." Louis ignore Zayn and keeps watching Harry. Harry makes eye content with Louis through the mirror, winking cheekily. Louis blushes, looking away quickly.
"Dead ass," Liam agrees with something Niall says, Louis twists around so he's facing them. "Dead ass what?" Louis asks, feeling Harry sit next to him.
"You're going to lose your hair if it gets too greasy," Liam teases.
"That is such bull shit," Louis says, flicking the boys off, "plus our hot water sucks I'll just wait until gym."
"Your hot water was just fine when I washed my hands," Zayn juts in, all of the boys look at Louis.
"Did you move anything?" Louis asks scared, he tries to get up but Harry grabs onto his shirt.
