loucifer ✔

forty eight

[ I'm actually not feeling quite well today, so if the story seems a bit..off its because I feel off and I'm not happy. ]

[ I apologize for the amount of fucked up shit you are about to witness. ]

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The time on the digital clock read five thirty-two in the evening. Harry didn't want to cook and he wouldn't let Louis touch the food because he was worried about him putting poison in it.

"Baby, you were just talking to me in the car." Harry said, whining about Louis giving him the silent treatment for about two and a half hours. Louis walked passed Harry into the kitchen with a soft scoff, no way in hell he'll talk to Harry after the shit he said.

"Please..talk.." Harry pouted, gripping a piece of cloth from Louis' shirt in a cletched fist, attempting to pull him back. Louis snatched away as his phone rung, going for it as it vibrated on the table top.

"Hello?" Louis mumbled as he picked it up, face going from annoyed to relieved, "Kitty!"

Harry chuckled bitterly as he rolled his eyes, "right..

"I-I'm fine..what about you? Is calum good?" Louis asked with a wide smile, he sounds breathless. Louis turned in circles as he walked around the kitchen, giggling and nodding even he couldn't be seen.

"It's okay here..its beautiful." Louis admitted.

Harry snatched the phone and Louis gasped, trying to reach for it, "give me my fucking phone!"

"Hey Michael." Harry smiled, pushing Louis away from him, making Louis stumbled back against the stove. Louis narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw shut, trying his best not to cause a fuss.

Instead he just stood still and listened to the conversation.

"Oh, Harry— hey!"  Michael greeted happily through the other line, which Louis thinks is bullshit because Michael isn't too fond of Harry.

"Hey..how's it going?" Harry smirked, showing his stupid deep dimple and his stupid ass-eating teeth.

"Its stupid, its been raining for the past week!" Michael exclaimed, "I can't do shit down here."

Louis couldn't help but to grin at the fact that Michael legitimately used the word 'stupid' to describe weather.

"Tell me about it." Harry said with an exasperated sigh.

"Its sunny down there, man..you guys can go outside naked if you wanted to." Michael whined.

"Louis would definitely do that." Harry said as he rolled his eyes, making an ugly face at him.

"Mm, I bet he would.." Michael said with a low growl, from a distance it sounded like he moaned. Louis smiled with a lip bite as he looked down.

"Excuse me?" Harry said with raised eyebrows.

"I said— I said have to go, 'cause Calum stubbed his toe on wood!" Michael quickly spoke as he hung up in Harry's face.

Harry scrunched up his nose and removed the phone from his ear. Louis looked up with a straight face and watched as Harry held the phone above his head.

"You wanna ignore me?" Harry asked, he shrugged his shoulders with a pursed lips, "fine."

Harry slammed Louis' phone down and stomped on it, Louis sighed and twirled his thumbs together, closing his eyes and trying to find his happy place.

"You are so fucking childish.." Louis mumbled, eyes still closed, Harry chuckled at him and bumped shoulders with him.

"I'll show you how childish I can be, Louis.." Harry whispered in Louis' ear, "I'll come home with love bites and scratch marks all over my back and you'll know who I went to."

Louis started to go red in the face, restraining himself from screaming and hitting Harry.

So he just started to cry.

Harry has become ruthless.

"You're crying now?" Harry chuckled, grabbing Louis' chin as he lifted his head up, "you wanna fucking cry?"

"Harry just stop. Please.." Louis cried softly, trying to turn his head away from Harry.

"Why? Little Loucifer can't take the heat?" Harry teased, smiling straight in his face as he pinched his cheek.

"Harry, I'm trying to be as calm as possible and its not fucking working. I swear to fucking god if you don't leave me the fuck alone right fucking now, I will stab you in the fucking throat."

"You can't kill me Lou.."

"Why not."

"You can't live without me, same way I can't live without you."

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Louis went to work with Harry the next day. He doesn't trust him alone with Luke and he never will.

Not once in a fucking lifetime.

"M'sorry bout last night Louis." Harry mumbled, writing on the top of his lined paper.

Louis scoffed, "Sure."

"Louis.." said Harry, looking up from his paper to Louis who wasn't buying the bullshitty apology.

"I forgive you, whatever." Louis mumbled as he rolled his eyes.

"No you don't." Harry sighed, going back to writing his papers

"You're right." Louis said, polishing his nails white.

Everything was bad enough, but Louis heard a knock

And shit got worse.

"Fuck. Me." Louis groaned, rolling his eyes so hard he swore he saw a piece of his brain.

"Hi, Harry!" Luke greeted with a smile, placing a cream colored folder on the man's desk.

"Hey cutie." Harry smiled, looking up at Luke who stood in front of his desk, arms crossed and eyes sparkling.

"No hug today?" He asked with a pout. Harry chuckled softly and stood up, walking around the desk and in front of Luke. He wrapped his arms over his shoulders as Luke buried his face in Harry's chest.

Louis looked up from his nails, "I know you better get the fuck off my husband before you lose both of your arms, sweetheart."

Luke pulled away and looked at Louis, "Sorry, hi Louis." He said with a nervous smile. Louis stood up and started walking towards Luke, until Harry blocked his way.

"Move." Louis mumbled.

"I'm not gonna let you hit him."

Louis laughed, "You're worried about me hitting him? You're fucking serious?"

"I am serious." Harry said sternly. Louis smirked at Harry with an eyebrow raise. He walked around Harry to Luke, who stood there fidfeting with the fabric of his pants.

"Excuse me." Louis whispered, standing in front of Luke.

Louis pulled on Luke's collar to bring him down to his height, Luke gasped as his eyes widened.Louis' lips just inches from his, "If you want to keep your life, stay away from what's mines, baby boy.." He whispered.

"Got it?" He asked.

"Yes, sir.." Luke whispered, staring into Louis' eyes then his lips.

"Good." Louis spat, letting Luke go and patting his chest as he walked out the room.

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