Privileged Murder

Sixteen

< Louis' POV >

"Wanker" was shouted from the car as he drove away and I couldn't help but laugh as I watched him pull away, when he was out of my driveway I turned around going back inside and closed the door.

Cue a breakdown in 3. 2. 1.

Fuck fuck fuck fuckiety fuck. Why did I say boyfriend?! Who the fuck says, boyfriend?! We've literally only had one date and I've only just fucked him and we are moving onto 'boyfriend' Did he think I was weird for saying it? Does he think it's okay that I've said it? He didn't react badly so maybe he liked it, but he didn't really react at all so maybe he heard it and completely blanked it and pretended not to hear me at all.

I was practically banging my head against the wall and after 10 minutes I was still there, leaning up against the wall slowly taking in what had just happened and how much I just fucked up any chance I had with Harry of anything remotely good. Pulling me out of my trance was my phone vibrating on my kitchen counter, I walked over and immediately lit up when I picked it up and saw the name in the notification displayed on the screen

Private School: At work. Text you later?

Quickly opening my phone I typed a reply to the gorgeous boy

Louis: Sounds good babe x

I regretted the message as soon as I had sent it. Why the fuck did I put a kiss?!

Well done dickhead. You've just texted a guy you called 'boyfriend' after one date and said 'babe' with a kiss on the end. You've probably scared the shit out of him. Good luck finding someone else who will put up with you

My subconscious is fucking rude but it did have a point. No way would I find someone like Harry again, I mean fucking hell this is like my second chance anyway, never thought I'd see that stuck up 16 year old again and now I've gone and fucked it for the last time. Harry is tall and gorgeous and that's enough but then you get the fashion sense and his personality, his body and - god - that arse. The fact that he's so strong and powerful but downright submissive and dirty and the fact that he's a copper is so attractive to me. And he's truly not as stuck up as I thought he was when he was younger and he's a good listener and holds interesting conversations and he's so passionate. Who am I kidding, he's fucking perfect.

I cleared up the things left out from our date last night and finished the washing up that I left till this morning, after - a lot of cleaning - I made myself some breakfast, I decided on bacon and eggs on toast because I didn't feel like cooking and it took less than 10 minutes to make. I couldn't really pull myself to do anything after breakfast, I was just so drained and I don't mean that in a bad way I used pretty much all my energy in our activities last night and even though I got the best sleep I've had in years I was just so 'floaty' that I couldn't bring myself to move off of my sofa.

Friends was showing on my tv - practically on repeat in my house anyway - and at some point, during Monica and Chandler's vows I had drifted off into a sound sleep, and as much as I don't want to sound like a pathetic teenager with a crush, I dreamt about Harry, more specifically what happened last night. All I could picture was him straddling me and roughly grinding his hips down and trying to be dominant, I'll never let that happen.

I woke up a few hours later still sprawled out on my sofa, my tv had turned itself onto standby mode and beams of sunlight were pushing their way through my window. I forced myself up and grabbed my phone to see 5 missed calls from Niall - Shit

I quickly unlocked my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Niall, it only rang for a few seconds before it was picked up

"Fucking finally!"