➳ capo dei capi // l.s.

1.3

" What do you mean 'get out' ? " Lydia felt her world fall apart at the careless words that were thrown towards her.

" I meant 'get out'. What? Do you want to hear it in Spanish? " Harry growled as he raised his head from his comfy pillow. Before the girl could respond, he continued in a tone as irritated as before. " That's too bad, because I don't know Spanish. "

The girl huffed, picking up a pillow and throwing it towards Harry's head, but his quick reflexes activated when the object was inches away from his face. " Fuck off then. " She murmured, her voice barely abstaining itself from breaking. " Just don't come back crying to me when your father beats the shit out of you. "

" Even if I will, which won't happen might I assure you, you'll still welcome me with open arms. " He smirked devilishly as he established dominance by looking directly in her eyes.

The girl was at a loss of words for a few moments. He knew he was right. " You're not even all that. " She growled lowly before taking her clothes from the floor and leaving the room.

Harry rolled his eyes before plopping his head on the pillow once again. He can't wait to hear his father scream at him. Yay...

Another uneasy thought came into his mind, stressing him out and not allowing him to continue his beauty sleep. This is the last day of summer vacation. Fuck this. And fuck his father. Just the thought of all those drooling girls in the hallways makes him sick and tired in his stomach. Everyone around him is so fucking boring. Well... No, Harry. Shut it.

    " Louis. " his mouth let the words out unconsciously, as if he was a teen girl dreaming about her crush. He didn't even realize what he said.

    Moments have passed. Long moments. Moments that turned into minutes and possibly hours... yeah, hours, since his motherfucking father called him. He clenched his jaw at the sound and flipped off his phone without responding. He felt like throwing the phone over his window. " Could you possibly fuck off? Please and thank you. " He put his phone on mute and went back to his daydreaming.

    But this daydreaming turned to sleeping, his body felt exhausted and he didn't even know why. His mind was quickly thrown into an imaginary world, unconsciousness surrounding him and taking over. A pair of electric blue eyes made a regular appearance in his dream. A pair of eyes that often gave him butterflies and generated adrenaline in his veins. And he hated himself for it, but can you blame him?

    As the night fell upon the sky, darkness drowning the light blue and morphing it into dark ink, Harry found himself sitting in his usual spot that he does quite frequently: on the velutinous sofa wearing a red undertone, the expensive club lights enhancing its glittery velvety material as a glass of red wine found itself in between the boy's long fingers.

    His viridescent eyes dully watched the show happening before him. The usual, repetitive strippers that danced all night to please the viewers. Although they're always trying harder when Harry's around in attempt to impress him. Nowadays, he's seen everything and he's had everything so he doesn't feel the littlest excitement in his chest as his bored eyes travel around the club from person to person. Of course, at first he was excited. He was excited for the new people and the experiences he'll have with them. As anyone his age would be... but as months and years passed, he experienced everything and there was nothing new anymore to entice and make the adrenaline in his veins run at an accelerated speed. He literally has everything and everyone kissing his shoes, worshiping him like a god. It's really boring.

    Everyone is the same. Desperate for his touch and attention. He's so used to everyone not putting limits to themselves and having their guard up, he knows he doesn't have to work to get to them and there's not an existent flame of excitement that would keep him attracted to a person. He just flicks his fingers and they open their legs for him.