Running Away (larry, not famous)

chapter two

AN: Sorry it took so long and it's not as good as i wanted! I've been busy planning a get together with an internet friend.

I also didn't have time to edit or spell check this one, so it's bound to have a load of mistakes i plan on fixing later. I decided to just post it already because i didn't update when i was meant to.

I have a new story idea too, so look out for that.

Thanks to Karina for reminding me constantly to update.

Quid = British slang for pound

[Louis' POV]

"Liam, make me breakfas-" I called out, making my way into the main room of the apartment, surprised when a hand covered my mouth mid-sentence.

"Harrys asleep." Liam warned, owner of the hand covering my gob. I licked his hand, suceeding in making him pull it away, wiping it on his jumper with a glare. "You don't even know where my hands been!"

"It's two in the afternoon, wake him up." My eyes flew to the clock, then back to Liam.

"No. He's obviously tired." He replied, like i really cared if he was tired or not. "If i make you breakfast will you try not to wake him up?" Liam reasoned, to which i shrugged. If i went over there and started jumping on the boy Liam would still make me breakfast, he's too nice for his own good.

Liam went into the kitchen, no doubt assuming i had agreed to his deal. I turned my gaze to the boy on the sofa, walking a few feet forward and taking a moment to look him over. Harry's brown hair was curlier than it was last night, probably because of bed hair. His face was cuddled up against the pillow, pink lips slightly open and small huffs of breath leaking out. His torso was long, kind of lanky, the blanket tucked in around his shoulders and he looked pretty comfortable for being asleep on our lumpy old sofa. I completely took back what i said yesterday, about how he wasn't half bad looking. Harry was fucking gorgeous.

"Oi Curly, wake up." I shook him, and not gently. "I want to sit on the sofa, get up." I didn't need to sit on the sofa, i just wanted to annoy Liam (and hopefully Harry).

"M'names Harry.." He mumbled sleepily, sitting up and pushing his hair from his eyes. He looked  around the room for a second and took a minute to stare at me confused, then seemed to remember where he was. He moved over so i had room to sit beside him.

"I can call you whatever i want to, Curly." I told him, making a point of using the nickname before sitting on the sofa and shuffling away from him so there was a large gap between us.

"I don't have a disease." 'Curly' announced, staring at the space i made.

"You might do." I replied, glaring.

He surprised me, letting out a laugh at the accusation, then sending me an amused grin. Harry had dimples. First he looked good asleep, then i found out he somehow looked even better when awake, i was starting to wonder if there was anything unattractive about him.

"You're weird." Harry let out a yawn after he spoke, smile gone as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"You're annoying." I retorted. Making him laugh wasn't really what i aimed for and i felt like an insult would even that out. I didn't want to just warm up to the boy just yet, not until i learn a bit about why he's here.

"Sorry." He shrugged, pushing the duvet off of himself and into the center of the sofa. "Where's Liam?"

"He's getting me breakfast." I answered and as if on cue, Liam entered with a bowl of cereal in his hands.