Watermelon Sugar Die

Purge the Urge

It was already 11:00 a.m. , and Louis was still asleep in his room. Harry had been up for three hours already, and that was the longest amount of time he had been alone in two or three years. He deleted social media apps off his phone so he wouldn't be tempted to lure someone over. He blocked all calls from his director, his producer, even his friends. He was going to use this time to "purge the urge." Purge the urge to kill, but he didn't like to call what he did "killing." He didn't frame it that way. But he knew that's what it was. And when he'd read about how the victim was an "A" student who would never go to college or a beloved grandparent who would never be able to make cookies with their grands again, he'd get a seratonin hit knowing he was capable of causing that much destruction.

Would Louis understand that? Could Louis understand that Harry didn't feel bad about hurting those people, but that he understood he had to stop? After all, he had no right to end lives, even if it gave him kind of a buzz. He couldn't tell that to Louis. Or to a therapist, even if he were having sex with them.

When Harry could take the solitude no longer, he kicked Louis's door. "Get up, for the love of Christ, Louis Tomlinson. I'm bored, and I want to play."

"The fook, man!" Louis screamed back. "I had to stay up late to FaceTime me son. Can't you bloody entertain yourself for a second?"

"No, I can't," laughed Harry. "There's a perfectly good home gym in this house. Let's at least get you on the treadmill, try to get that Dad gut off you."

Louis sprang to life, "Dad gut?! No bloody fookin' way, man. You ain't trash talkin' me with those lady hips of yours."

Harry ran into Louis's room and knocked Louis back on the bed. Louis's protests were broken up by laughing fits as Harry lifted his shirt and licked Louis's stomach.

"Man, stop!" Louis squealed in fits of laughter. "Stop!"

"Licking your dad gut," he said and ran his tongue up Louis's pooch once more.

Louis wiped the saliva off his belly. "Goddam, Harry, no wonder every one think's you're gay."

"Because I am a little gay," Harry shrugged with a smile.

"All right. Let me up, and I'll go work out with you. Shit." He patted his little tummy. "Guess I do have a dad gut. But do you know, like with the expression on your face, I thought you were running in here to fookin kill me or something. Gave me a heart attack."

Harry grew rather serious, "I'd never kill you, Louis."

Louis shook his head as Harry helped him up. "You're fookin weird, man."