"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 looks at the door, his leg bouncing up and down nervously. Maybe he should just text him not to come over, with his luck his dad will show up. Louis' walked around the house five times, alone, and mostly confused. His dad has never went out with out telling Louis, he got home on Friday, only to find it empty. Saturday was quiet, Louis stayed in his room just in case and finished him homework. James left Louis' phone on the counter, no note. Every sound made Louis' heart jump, now he decided maybe he can risk having Harry over.
Louis runs over to the door when someone knocks, he opens it quickly to a smiling Harry. "Hi," he whispers, pulling Harry inside, "I attempted to make dinner. But as you know I suck so I went into my money stash and bought us pizza." Louis wipes his sweaty palms on his black skinny jeans, why is he so nervous?
"Thanks," Harry says, he places a bottle of vodka and soda on the counter.
"You look amazing," Louis smiles, Harry put on a lavender sweater and some black jeans, Harry curtsies, "I know this isn't an ideal first date. But with my dad knowing everyone is the damn town..."
Harry nods, opening the pizza box, "Hawaiian?"
"Of course. I got half pepperoni and sausage since I know you're very against pineapple on pizza," Louis laughs, he sits back down, grabbing a piece.
"Fruit is not allowed on pizza!" Harry states, grabbing cups out of the cabinet.
"But it's so good," Louis argues, taking a bite. Harry gags, pouring some vodka for the both of them. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" Louis jokes.
Harry smirks, taking a sip from his drink. "Having a little fun tonight," Harry smiles, he walks over to the fridge, pulling out some orange juice.
"We had a little fun a couple days ago and I woke up with the worst feeling of my life," Louis groans, finishing up the slice. Harry mixes their drinks before sitting across from Louis.
Only after Louis finishes his drink does he feel the buzz, "god, getting to this feeling sucks but it's an amazing feeling."
Harry silently agrees, grabbing onto the empty pizza box. His eyes turn to a closed door. "What's that?" He asks, pointing.
"Drugs. Guns. Literally everything," Louis answers, he sets the empty cups in the sink. Louis grabs Harrys hand, pulling him down to his room.
"Why don't we ever sit anywhere but your room," Harry wonders aloud as they walk into Louis' room.
"Because I have a small ass house unless you want to sit in the bathroom for a change," Louis jokes, shutting the door behind him. He grabs onto Harrys shirt, pulling him in.
Harry places his hang gently on Louis' cheek, brushing his thumb across the stubble growing. "I think I'm in love with you," Harry whispers against Louis' lips, his free hand skating down Louis' waist. Louis closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against Harrys. He backs Harry up until the back of his knees hit the bed. Harry falls back, smiling up at Louis.
