Montage (Week 7)

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Day 3

"Louuuuuuuuu"

"Wot do you want from me?"

"Fuck me!"

"Why?"

"Cause I'm horny and you're very hot and I need fucked-"

"I don't think I will."

Harry whined.

"Well- you, sir, weren't in the mood the other day- so maybe I'm not in the mood today"

"I can feel your erection"

"I-"

"Please?"

"Fi- wait- wot the fuck... Are you wearing eyeliner?"

"Uh- yes. Problem?"

"No- not at all- but when the fook did you put it on?"

"This morning... Before you woke up."

"Wow."

Harry giggled.

"You look hot, Hazza."

"So do you, Boo."

Fuck

He drifted into his own head a bit, being bombarded by memories.

"Louis?"

Harry's voice sounded like it was underwater.

"Louis?"

"Louis?! You've been staring at that wall for twenty minutes! What's wrong?"

"Nothin'"

"Sure. Why don't you just tell me?"

"Just drop it."

"Well- you bloody stared at a wall for twenty minutes- I'm slightly worried."

"JUST FOOKIN DROP IT HARRY!"

Harry shut up after that.

***

"They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you doBecause the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machineThey said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not meThe boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they didThey said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not meOh, yeah!They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not meAll together now!
"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me"

He was lying on the bed, resolutely ignoring Harry. 

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