Privileged Murder

Twenty Two

< Harry's POV >

Louis came storming into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. I sat up abruptly "You okay?"

He just kicked off his shoes and continued to storm towards me, pushing me back down onto the bed with a rough hand on my shoulder. He was definitely angry, I couldn't work out why. We had only just got back from our meal.

"Louis. Why are you so angry?"

He just growled out an "I'm fine baby" despite his use of the word 'baby' it didn't make him seem any softer in this particular moment

He started kissing up and down my neck, causing me to fight with my inner self to try not to moan whilst reprimanding him "I don't think you are. Baby, please. Tell me what's wrong"

Louis reluctantly removed his lips from the column of my throat and threw himself onto his back over onto the other side of the bed, landing with a 'hmph' just staring at the ceiling "I'm fine Harry"

'Harry' I winced at the name he used to address me, not at this moment, I could tell he was annoyed and possibly pissed off which scared me more than anything. What had I done to have pissed him off since we got back?

"Lou" I snuggled myself closer to him so I could nibble at his jawline whilst lying next to him "Please, what's the matter?" He hummed but didn't respond with anything more than a shrug of the shoulders "We don't have to... you know, if you don't want to"

Not only could I sense that his mind was in a completely different place from those sort of activities but that since he was angry and he had already got slightly frustrated, neither of us were in the mood after our little exchange

He rolled back over onto his side to look at me and kissed me longingly "But I want to..."

For a moment whilst he was staring into my eyes I saw the anger he previously had disappear, but I knew it was still there and I knew we couldn't do anything without other thoughts clouding our minds "No... it's okay baby, I can tell other things are on your mind"

He mumbled a 'thank you' and a 'sorry' as he got off the bed and walked towards the en-suite "Even if you won't tell me what" I said to myself under my breath which he didn't hear

I stayed lying on my side of the bed for a few minutes until Louis came back out into the room from the bathroom now only in his boxers, somehow he looked more frustrated than when he left.

What the fuck has got at this boy?

My phone rang on the bedside table and I saw Liam's contact name splayed across the screen, I looked back at Louis who was standing at the doorway staring back at me then turned back over and shut off my phone without a second thought.

Louis was still staring at me on the bed when I turned back towards him "Oi. You gonna do something or just stay staring there...boyfriend" I smiled at the last word and he smirked before literally jumping on top of me "Fucking hell Louis! You're fucking heavy"

"That's rude Harold" He was still laying on top of me

"And don't call me Harold... Lewis" Laughing after I finished speaking

"Oh fuck you" he dug his fingers into the sides of my ribs tickling me, causing me to wince slightly before laughing and trying to push him off me "What's up baby? The pain kink not working today?" He teased

"I'll have you know Mr Tomlinson that there is a great difference between having your hair pulled when being fucked and your dickhead boyfriend digging his fingers into your ribs"

"You think about that a lot do you?" I could feel myself blushing at the question but he didn't give me much time to explain - or defend - myself "And do please tell me, dear Harold, the details of your little fantasies. Because I can tell you right now that I have no problems with helping you act a few of them out"