irresistible||larry

Part 4

April 10, 8:40 pm
two months before the collapse.

Trust is underrated.

If you trust someone, then that someone it's some kind of special.

Giving trust especially to the words they say, it's just too confidential. Nah, not for Louis.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." Harry answered.

Ugh perfect.

"H, cmon." Louis groaned rolling on the bed so he could face his friend.

"Shut up and let me sleep." Harry replied, eyes still closed.

"What did I do?" Louis asked frustrated because hell, what did he do?

"Nothing."

Great.

"Why don't you just-"

"I'm sleeping."

Amazing.

"You're so complicated." Louis rolled his eyes, before getting up from the bed and started walking away.

"Wait, where are you going?" Harry groaned and Louis was sure he could punch him in the face right now.

"Uhm...in my bed?"

"But won't you cuddle me?" Harry teased with a smile on his face.

"Goodnight."

"Asshole." Harry shouted back.

Whatever.

Louis walked in his room, put a pair of boxers on, and then slipped into bed, turning the lights off, and stared at the ceiling. His and Harry's relationship was so weird. Correction. His and Harry's friendship was so weird. They just fucked around but didn't really like each other's presence.

The first time Harry asked him to have sex with him, it was right after they went to Mexico. They needed to catch a Felix guy who stole 36 millions dollars from the FBI by hacking one of they're computer to find the password. It was fun. They were in the helicopter that was taking them home, that was the first time. Then after a few days, there was an other, and the rest it's history.

Yeah, it was fun. But there was nothing else. Just really good sex. Louis was sure of that. He closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep, but not for long because suddenly, he was hungry. He slowly got up from his bed and walked to the kitchen while rubbing his eyes. He didn't bother to turn the lights on since he didn't want to wake someone, and mostly, he didn't want to walk past a mirror and look at himself because he was probably a zombie.

"Shit." he cursed when he opened the fridge, because there was no milk. Just bloody fantastic.

While he was angrily looking for something else to eat, he heard a noise. And yes, he could've ignored it, but when you are an agent and there are a lot of people who wants to kill you, ignoring noises isn't really the best thing to do. So, he grabbed a knife and walked slowly out of the kitchen, looking around to find any kind of movement.

Suddenly, someone was walking right in front of him and hell, this wasn't really a smart thief.

It was easy for him to stop the guy by putting a feet in front of his and pushing him in the same direction, so the guy fell on the ground with his back up and Louis was quick to get on top of him with the tip of the knife in the back of his neck.

Louis patted himself on the back mentally for being this good after 5 weeks of noting.

"What the fuck?"

Louis looked down, and of course it was too dark to recognize the face but it was too silent not to recognize the voice.

"H." he breathed because hell, Harry. "What the hell are you doing awake?" He asked as he got off of him because there was no point on killing him.

Yet.

Maybe.

"What are you doing awake and how the fuck did you take me down like that." Harry groaned getting up. Ugh he was so annoying.

"Well, I wanted milk." Louis declared going back to the kitchen, Harry following.

"You shouldn't be awake L, you were in a hospital bed a week ago, try to get some rest." He said.

"Since when do you care, exactly?"

"Shut up" he groaned. "Are we the only one awake?"

"No there's a party in the living room didn't you notice?" Eye roll. "Yes dumbass, we are the only one awake."

"Then maybe...we could have some fun." Harry smirked and Louis may or may not felt attacked by that damn smirk.

"H it's 4 am, you should go back to sleep." Louis declared.

"Cmon!" He whined. He whined, like a 4 years old child.

"N-no." Truth. He did want to fuck him. But. He also wanted to smoke a cigarette. And he was not allowed to do that. Before becoming an agent he use to smoke quite a lot, but they made him quit since it was bad for his health and his lungs would be damaged and he would slow down the others and all of that shit.

Louis didn't care anyway.

"Okay, then." Harry shrugged before walking away.

Pause. "Wait," groan. "You're so complicated."

"I know," smirk. Again. "You already told me."

Louis decided the cigarette could wait.

It's surely could.

He followed Harry in his room, closing the door behind him. When he turned around Harry was looking at him from where he was laying on the bed. Naked.

Swear this guy doesn't know what clothes are.

"We fucked a few hours ago, why do you want me so bad?" Louis groaned.

"You're right, maybe I should just go out and find a nice girl."

Louis scoffed. "You don't even like them."

"Oh, and what do you know about that," Pause. "You don't know anything about me."

See. So annoying.

"Well" Louis started. "I know your name, your favorite position, your dick size-"

"Just shut up, Jesus."

No he shut up. "No you shut up."