Back Together

chapter 2

Why doesn't he wear his hair like this its so cute?

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As soon as louis stepped into the room, his face lit up.

There stood zayn, Liam and niall, all chatting quietly. As they heard the door open they all turned towards it.

Louis broke into a sprint, heading straight for zayn.

He jumped into his open arms, clinging on tightly.

Zayn buried his head in louis' shoulder, and with that louis burst into tears.

After all, zayn was his best friend whom he hadn't seen for 5 years, so why wouldn't he be happy?

Zayn gripped louis tighter as he sniffled into his shoulder.

"Missed you, mate." Louis muttered into his shoulder.

Just as zayn was about to reply, harry scoffed from behind them.

Louis felt zayn tense, so he slowly climbed down from his hold.He shuffled to the side and lowered his head, wringing his hands slightly.

Simon saved them from the tense moment by walking in and clearing his throat.

"Alright boys, sit down. We don't have time for stupid chatting around." He said, taking a seat at his desk.

The boys all crowded onto the little sofa, harry and louis keeping as far apart as they could.

Louis just stared guiltily at the floor as Simon began speaking.

"I'm sure you all know what you are here for, and if you don't we are planning a reunion. Does anyone remember the twitter pass code for the one direction account?"

Niall, harry and Louis all raised their hands.

"OK good. We want you to tweet something random, like an old lyric or something to freak the fans out. Then we want you to change your profile picture to something that is recent, whether that is all of you or just a few it doesn't matter. Any questions?" He said, peering at them.

All of them shook their heads, slightly shocked.

"OK then. You can leave, but louis and harry i want you to stay behind."

Zayn patted louis' knee as a silent form of encouragement before getting up and walking out of the door.

Once the door closed, Simon spoke again. "Right. I'm just going to get straight to the point. We want you to act as if you are in a relationship, you know, the lovey dovey stuff you used to do."

Louis looked at Simon as if he had grown two heads.

"So you split us up and now you want us to fake being together? Fucking prick," Louis said, muttering the last bit.

"Now I want you to talk it out or something because there is no way in hell people are going to believe you two are together if you can visibly see the tension between the two of you. Now sort it out, I'm leaving." He said, standing up and stretching before leaving the room aswell.

Harry turned to louis.

"So, why did you cheat on me?" Harry said nonchalantly.

"I did not fucking cheat on you, how many fucking times!" Louis shouted, putting his hands behind his head.

"Well yes you fucking did, or else we wouldn't be in this shitty situation! Its your fucking fault the band split up, and dont even try to deny it because you know it's true." Harry said, voice hard and venemous.

Louis looked ready to punch him, when harry did the most unexpected thing to happen in such a situation.

He kissed him.

Strong and hard, filled with lust.

Louis had no choice but to kiss back. After all, how could he resist those pretty lips?

Harry grabbed louis by the waist, shoving him down onto the sofa.
Louis loved being manhandled, but the way harry threw him down without any love or care made him want to curl up into a ball and cry.

He didn't though, and grabbed harry by the neck, pulling him down into another kiss.

Harry's kisses were so addictive, that even when they were meant to be fighting he would drop anything to get a taste of his lips.

Harry ran his hands up and down louis' sides, clutching the hem of his jumper and tugging it off.

Louis moaned at this, the swift movement turning him on more than it should have.

"Noticed you're wearing my hoodie. You shouldn't steal things, boo. Thats not good, baby."

Louis groaned, and began fiddling with the buttons on Harry's jeans, tugging at the zipper before pulling them off.

Harry broke the kiss to take his own shirt off, reaching down to undo louis' trackpants, tugging them down to his ankles.

Harry looked into louis' eyes, as if asking whether it was okay.

Louis frowned, looking down in thought. They were supposed to be talking this out, not fucking on the sofa in the head office! He looked back up at harry who was staring back with his lust-blown pupils, head tilted to the side. Louis felt the corners of his lips lift up, but he quickly masked it with another frown. He shook his head and harry sat back on the couch, cock pressing uncomfortably against his boxers.

"How come youre refusing, huh? Arent you used to whoring around, given the whole cheating situation?" Harry hissed, eyes narrowed.

Louis tugged his sweatpants back up, and grabbed his- well, harrys- jumper off the floor, putting it back on. He wouldnt admit it, but that comment really fucking hurt. Harry was the one person he used to go to with his problems, other than his mum, but he had now lost them both.

He couldnt count he amount of times he had tried to explain to harry that he hadnt done anything wrong on one hand. If harry wasnt such an arrogant son of a bitch, maybe he would be able to see from louis' point of view, but he didnt, so it didnt really matter.
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Hope you enjoy that. Sorry im so slow at writing, i just dont have motivation a lot of the time. Also happy birthday zayn!