loucifer ✔

twenty eight.

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Louis and Harry sat in the bathroom for about thirty minutes, with Louis feeling guiltier then ever as he bandaged Harry's arms and placed an ice pack on his damp hair.

"are you okay?" Louis asked with a pout.

"for once..I'm sore, you-" Harry turned towards Louis and winced, "you need your nails cut..this burns." Harry complains, sighing and laying against the cabinet.

"I warned you." Louis mumbled, looking down, Louis didn't want to hurt Harry, but it was already seeped into his mind.

he gave you permission
he gave you permission
he gave you permission

"you..you punched me, Jesus Christ, Lou.." Harry breathed. Louis sighed out of frustration, he knows he hurt Harry during an intimate session, shut the fuck up Harry, nothing's new.

"Harry please." Louis said, staring at the complaining man who so calls Louis, The Dramatic One.

"you still looked good." Harry smiled, "little Lou." he extended his hand and pinched Louis' cheek, making him giggle.

"stop that!" Louis chuckled, swatting Harry's hands away from his face. Harry kept trying to get at Louis' cheeks not realizing the sickening look Louis was starting to get.

"Harry." Louis stopped moving.

"huh?" Harry smiled, still giddy about the play time tickle fight.

"I need to.." Louis widened his eyes and ran straight for the toilet, throwing up almost everything he's eaten that day.

"I'll get the Gingerale." Said Harry, grunting as he gets up, walking out the bathroom leaving his young boyfriend to throw up everything in his stomach.

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a week later.

Louis is finally allowed back in school, happily greeted by Calum and Michael, but while the break was still on for Louis, he's been queasy, appetite lost, him and Harry had sex a lot that same week too, but every so often Louis would have to throw up afterwards.

"Cal!" Louis shouted, running towards the two boys by his locker, going to Calum first.

"hey shorty!" He smiled hugging Louis, rocking side by side.

"I'll let myself in." Michael said, wrapping his arms around Calum and Louis, making them all laugh.

"gangsta Lou tizzle in the building!" Michael shouted at the ceiling.

"calm yourself, kitty." Louis laughed, "holy shit, this is weird."

"why?" Calum asked

"I almost forgot what you guys looked like." Louis whispered.

"the fact that you saw me a couple of days ago at Walmart." Calum spoke.

"and me at the park." Michael interjects, Calum and him shared a smug look and shortly nodded at one another, making Louis confused.

"with Harry!" they both said in their best girly-girl voices, Calum sounding more of a girl than Michael.

Louis rolled his eyes and started to turn the dial on his locker, "oh, shut up."

"don't you ever get tired of his face?" Calum asked as Louis started packing all his irrelevant items in his locker.

"I never get tired of his face."Louis simply responded, "he has various types of faces, like when he's confused he does this cute little thing where he bites his lip and squints his eyes, kind of like baby Tarzan and when he doesn't know something and you have to explain it to him, he pouts with a little frown..or he just pouts and he raises his eyebrows, it makes him look like Bambi,"

Louis smiled and nodded, continuing, "he also has this face when he thinks negative, it makes his dimples look super duper deep and his eyes get wide." Louis chuckled, behind the locker there stood Michael and Calum, rolling their eyes and mimicking the little fond thing Louis is doing.

"and then, Jesus, don't make me get started on his orgasm face..when he cu-"

"enough!" Michael shouted, covering Louis' mouth. Calum laughed in the background, face turning red.

"how are you not pregnant?" Calum joked, Louis tensed up and raised one eyebrow.

"pregnant? who's pregnant?" Louis asked, looking between the two boys.

"I asked how you're not, you two literally have sex everytime you get your grimy little hands on each other." Calum repeated.

"do I show?" Louis asked, looking down at his stomach.

"don't think so." Michael said, shaking his head.

"nope." Calum shrugged.

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Louis' whole schedule was switched, he's with all the smart kids, who make him feel dumb as fuck.

well not Calum,

he still feels smarter than Calum.

even though he gets all A's.

little bitch.

"why is the last block always long as fuck?" He whispered to the random boy he was assigned to sit next to.

"don't think about." the boy said, looking down, toying with the wire of his spiral notebook.

"what's your name?" Louis asked.

"I'm Tyler." He smiled, Louis had to smile back, it was the polite thing to do.

"nice to meet you Tyler, I'm Louis." He nodded, looking back at the clock, then picking up his pen to doodle in his textbook.

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sunshine: hey twinkle :-)

louis: hey babe.

sunshine: I miss ya :(

louis: drama queen

sunshine: am not

louis: just saw you on ft

sunshine: pfft, what do u know?

louis: porn

sunshine: kay BYE

louis: bby don't leave meh :-(

sunshine: I'm on the field, coach is gonna break my phone, Lou.

louis: are you on tonight?

sunshine: you know it!

louis: haha, bye you BETTER win

sunshine: just for you baby.

louis: I'm flattered, lol bye.

Louis locked his phone and whistled, looking at Harry, cooking, something..weird, there's chicken in it.

that's all he knows.

"harreh, I'm hungry." Louis pouted, laying his head in the island.

"we're waiting for the mash." Harry simply responded.

"take off that damn hat." Louis whispered mockingly.

"take off your damn pants." Harry said, looking through the cabinets for ingredients.

"sassy harreh." Louis chuckled.

"Lou, help me make this." Harry whined.

"what do I need to do?"

"just uh..don't touch anything else, but the mash okay, keep your eyes on the mash." Harry said

"ugh, yeah, okay."

"you no touch anything else, you touch only mash..okie dokie?" Harry asked.

"okie dokie, asshole." Louis laughed.