This was just a random idea that I thought of yesterday (admittedly because I got my hair dyed and well although it didn’t happen as this did, it was very vaguely similar) so I wrote it in the space of a few hours (which is not much for me because I take ages to write). I hope you guys like it, please leave feedback if you do! Enjoy :) xx
“No way, blondes are best, no doubt” Harry stated, leaning back in the car seat and winding his arm over the back to surround Louis’ shoulders.
“No I say brunette, I mean yeh blondes make it obvious they’re class in bed, but like some of those brunettes have got some skills under their belt” Zayn argued back, Liam nodding in agreement by his side as they faced the others.
“Do you know how many blondes I’ve had, man? Seriously, there’s a reason why I fucked that many last year” Harry boasted slightly, a smirk laced on his lips.
“Yeh I guess I have to give you that one, you really did well with all those. Didn’t you have like three blondes at once or something at that bar?”
“Oh yeh that has to be the best night I’ve had-”
Louis tuned out of the conversation, not wanting to feel even more disheartened than he already did. His shoulders slumped as he collapsed against the door, forehead resting against the cool glass as the car trundled along the road. The action went unnoticed by all the boys who were chatting animatedly about Harry’s past escapades.
He couldn’t blame Harry; he was a young kid who’d slept with more girls than you could count on both hands of all the band members. He had a right to boast about it, I mean how many 18 year olds could say that? But Louis would prefer a little more discreteness in the matter, it got to him more than he’d let on. He never thought he was good enough for Harry in the first place; hence the late start to their relationship; let alone the added factor of Harry saying how ‘amazing’ a certain girl was in bed.
Louis wasn’t confident. Of that was not obvious to the public however because he put on that joking facade. He always picked fault with his image, finally resigning to the fact he couldn’t change and would be like he is forever, so he’d have to learn to live with it before he circled into a depth of depression. On the present day, his mood wasn’t too bad until Harry started going on about how ‘hot’ blondes are – Louis guessed he meant girls, even though he was going out with Louis, Harry still liked the odd ogle at a beautiful girl walking by – which in turn made Louis want to curl up in a ball and hide away forever.
Maybe he was letting it get to him too much, but Harry always mentioned how much he liked Louis’ hair as he threaded his long digits through the brown locks, which confused Louis mildly.
An impromptu idea sprung into his mind suddenly as he thought deeply into the previous conversation. With no more than a small slice of rational thinking, Louis knew how he could change for the better; mainly for Harry’s benefit but for Louis’ in slight. Harry would never need look at anyone other than Louis again.
Harry strolled into the apartment just after half four in the afternoon, throwing his jacket carelessly onto the coat stand and hearing it drop with a thud. He’d just been out at the park to play a random game of football with Niall, Liam and Zayn and welcomed the warmth of his shared home as he stepped through the doorway. They’d wanted to relax a little before their joint family meal at half five. Just before the energetic game commenced, Louis stuttered out a mess of excusing words and sped off in the opposite direction, leaving the other’s stunned at his absence. Louis never normally refused a footy match; he was no doubt the most skilled out of them and always liked the feeling of annihilating the other team. Yet, the others continued the game and put it down to the drastic mood swings in Louis’ personality.
