Wanna play Curly?

Chapter 3

"I didn't realise it was that bad.." I say quietly.

"Please don't say anything to anyone." He says basically begging me.

"I won't." I smile. He sighs in relief and sits on my bed again.

"Can I help? With the cut I mean.." He says.

"Oh! No. Nah it's fine." I say.

"Louis I-" He starts.

"I'll just wash it up." I say. I go into the bathroom and wash the blood away.

"What you want to do then?" Harry asks from the door. I look over to him. He's stood in the doorway with his arms crossed across his stomach.

"Uh, don't mind to be honest. What you want to do?" I ask drying my face with a black towel.

"Watch a movie?"

"Sure." I smile and walk over to him. He steps out of the way so I can get out of the bathroom.

"I like your hair normal by the way." He says.

"Really? It's just straight." I say questioning him.

"It suits you." He says with a smile.

"Curly suits you."

"Of course it does. I own this look." He sasses sitting on my bed.

"Excuse me, did you just sass the Sass Master from Doncaster?" I ask.

"You're from Doncaster?"

"Not important, did you just sass me?" I ask again. He laughs and nods.

"What you gonna do Tomlinson?"

"Murder you in your sleep, nothing too drastic." I say with a shrug. He laughs for a bit and then the room falls silent.

The silence soon broken by Harry.
"Could you..?" He starts.

"Could I what?" I ask turning round with my laptop in my hand.

"Nothing, don't worry." He says with a smile.

"No, what?" I ask sitting on the floor in front of him, my attention directed at the screen. I hear him get up and sit next to me. He smells good.

"I said don't worry bout it.." He whispers sending shivers down my spine. His phone starts rining. He sighs and grabs it. My attention still directed at the screen.
He answers it.

"Hello?" He asks.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" A bloke yells.

"Fucking hell.." He breathes pulling it away from his ear.
"I'm at a friends doing an assignment, what's up?" He asks calmly.

"GET YOUR SON OF A BITCH ASS HOME NOW." The bloke yells again.

"Why?" He asks calm still. My attention is directed at him now. He's just staring forward.

"BECAUSE YOU LEFT A FUCKING MESS."

"It's one plate dad, I'll deal with it when I come home."

"IT IS NOT JUST ONE FUCKING PLATE ASSHOLE, ITS FUCKING EVERYTHING, YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS." The bloke continues yelling.

"DES LEAVE HIM ALONE, HES AT A FRIENDS DOING AN ASSIGNMENT. CLEAN IT YOUR FUCKING SELF." A woman yells.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP WOMAN. DONT YOU DARE TELL ME TO CLEAN UP HIS FUCKING MESS. I TOLD YOU TO PUT HIM UP FOR FUCKING ADOPTION WHEN YOU GAVE BIRTH TO THE UGLY FUCKER." My eyes widen. His phone isn't even on speaker phone and I heard that loud and clear. Harry closes his eyes.