It was the end of the day in which he had been Handcuffed to Styles.
They were walking home- as Styles stupidly walked to school that day- and well, of course he did- he was currently lacking in a motorised mode of transport such as a car.
"Why the fook did you fooking walk?"
"Because I wanted to."
"You fooking wanker- we're handcuffed and you live at least thirty minutes walking distance!"
"Jesus calm yourself! You walk every day!"
"Only because my car is in the fooking shop- fookhead"
Styles winced in pain at the fact that Louis was practically dragging him down the pavement. Louis rolled his eyes and kept walking.
"Louis stop! You're fucking hurting me you tit!"
"Shut up Styles."
He kept walking. Styles glared at him and stopped walking completely- Louis tugged harder on the handcuffs, causing Styles to cry out in pain.
"What the fuck! I told you to fucking walk slower! Now you've fucking cut me you bitch"
Louis stared him, feeling slightly guilty at the fact that he cut him. Grabbing Styles' arm he moved the handcuffs to reveal the cut- blood was seeping out in beads, causing a wave of guilt to wash over him.
"Shit- sorry, I didn't fooking realise it would cut you, fook, sorry."
"D- did you just APOLOGISE to me?"
"Yea- this time I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Hmm ok"
Louis started walking again, keeping a slower pace.
***
"Mum we're home!"
Styles led him into his house, instructing him to remove his shoes before walking down the hallway into the kitchen.
For Louis to say he was nervous to be walking into the kitchen to meet the mother of the person he hated while handcuffed to said person would be an understatement. A big one at that.
When they entered the kitchen Styles' mum looked up and smiled, before getting up and explaining how she had to go to work. She waved goodbye to them both before heading out the door.
"Do you want anything, Louis?"
"Nah- I'm good, Styles"
"Y'know- you could use my first name."
"Nah- I'm good, Styles"
"I mean it- I have a first name and you should use it. I call you Louis"
"Yea- but you're a wanker"
"Haha"
"Sarcasm doesn't look good on you."
"So you're saying I looked good before?"
"No!"
"Hmm"
Styles started walking out of the kitchen, they were at the top of the stairs before Louis spoke again
"I'm straight! So are you!"
"Lets pretend that shall we?"
Louis stopped walking completely, turning to stare at Styles- it was one of those moments when you just don't know what to say, apart from ask them reiterate in an annoying way- usually with a stutter
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Our Hands are Tied
Fanfiction{completed} Read the prologue- Not technically my original idea *read the prologue to understand* Louis is loud and unpredictable, Harry is nerdy and like an open book- they hate each other. When the two are handcuffed- the expectation is alot more...
