loucifer ✔

five .

few days later.

After settling in and having a decent looking room Harry and Louis' affair started to take in action, Louis' plan to "open up" to Harry was also in motion as well. Louis had everything planned out, but he still has doubts about hurting Harry..it's something about the man that makes him not want to break him down.

Now Louis was sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting to ask for something he knew he wasn't going to do. Like"helping Harry pick out paint for his guest room for pounds." which really meant "going to have Harry fuck me until i'm sore."

"Mummy, can I- "

"No."

"I didn't even-"

"No."

"Mum!" Louis whined.

"I know what you're going to ask and I said no." His mother replied, chopping up celery sticks on the wooden cut board, sliding it over to the other cut up veggies. Louis ran his fingers through his hair and started to take deep breaths as his eyes closed. His temper isn't the one you would deal with, he's like a toddler trapped inside a eighteen year olds body.

"Go outside if you're about to have one of those episodes." His mother said, still chopping up vegetables not bothering to look at him.

"If I end up on the news, you're responsible." He grumbled before walking out the door.

He looked next door to see two other cars in Harry's driveway. All of them were black and Louis was wondering if Harry was in some type of mob.

He walked over to his house, and stood in front of his door for a while, he raised his fist and hesitatingly knocked on the door.

He waited for a while, but no one answered. He knocked again louder and this time a man with ebony black hair with his head half shaved answered the door with glossy red eyes and bags under them.

"Is uh, Harry in there?" He asked softly.

"Yeah," he opened the door wider to let the smaller boy in, "Hey Haz, someone's here for ya!" The man shouted.

He could see Harry in the fog of smoke filling the air,

With a woman laying on his lap.

Her dark brown wavy hair sprawled over the couch and his lap, he had a lazy smile on his face and the girl was playing with his brown shirt that he had on. He looked towards Louis and it seemed that his face dropped. The girl that was on his lap looked the same age as Harry, maybe older. She sat up from his lap with a wide smile, walking towards a livid Louis.

"Hi!" She said, touching the boy immediately on his shoulder down to his arm and then his hand.

"Hi.." He responded, not taking his gaze off of a worried Harry.

"I'm El" she said, her voice was quite annoying, it was high pitch and her accent was too thick for his liking.

"I'm Lou." He replied.

"That's it?" She said smiling and chuckling, she seemed a little drunk, or high. What the fuck were they doing?

"You only gave me two letters of your name so be happy I went further and gave you three." Louis tried his best to sound less sassy,but sassy was planted in his blood he couldn't shake it.

"Alright you win buddy, I'm Eleanor." She giggled, grabbing Louis's hand. Fuck, was she touchy.

"I'm," Louis sighed and closed his eyes debating if he should answer her or not.

"Louis, M'name is Louis."

"Cute."

"Elly, how bout you come get some more drinks,maybe the little kid may want some." The man from earlier shouted, he sounded like the dude who was at the door yesterday, what was it? Zach? Zesty?

"Alright, Zayn." Eleanor pouted as she walked with him to the kitchen, wrapping his lanky arms around her backside. Oh, Zayn.

That left Lou and Harry.

"Hey, Lou." Harry said nervously, why was he so shaky? What the fuck is going on?

"What the fuck is going on?" Louis basically whispered aggressively to Harry, taking a small step towards him.

"A small get together, nothing big." Harry shrugged, putting down the cup had in his hand, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"Why the fuck was She on you like that?" Louis asked with a small frown on his face.

"What?"

"She was on your fucking lap!" Louis spat, still whispering.

Harry didn't answer.

"Did she suck your dick!?" Louis's face was a crimson red at this point. He's clingy, so what? Once he's got you inside him it's like selling your soul to satan, you're his and only his.

"No, doll." Harry replied calmly.

"Her lips." Louis said

"What about them?"

"They were plump and her lipstick was smudged."

Harry broke his gaze and looked away furrowing his eyebrows as if in deep thought

"Either she blew you, or you kissed her." Louis closed his eyes and breathed heavy, another episode about to occur. He needed to leave now before he trashes this man's house. So he took the easiest option.

He walked out.

"Lou!" Harry called out.

Louis kept walking without looking back.

"Lou, please!" Harry continued.

Louis didn't know where he was going, but he's not looking back.

He could feel himself about to lose it, having no clue of what's about to happen.

he never knows what could happen.

He suddenly want to hurt Harry now, but he has guests and at this point he'd rather have some good looking stranger fuck him to shake some thoughts out his head.

Louis doesn't know if this is him being very defensive and territorial that Harry is his and only his to fuck with or that he is gaining feelings for the stranger.

This is all so fucked up.

He needs someone to fuck with..

Like, pronto..

He just can't like Harry..