Poison

Chapter 4

Okay! before you read this check your phone or Ipod to see if you have the song 'Anna Sun' by WALK THE MOON if you do, your all set... if you dont than you should get it for two reasons. 1. its a hell of a good song and 2. because it has to do with this chapter.

ill tell yuh when to play it so yeah.... anywhays now that thats settled enjoy 

BTW this chapter may get weird and confusing, if so im sorry i was like high when i wrote it.

<The Passion Pit song is the link to the side if you want to check it out>

Louis’ POV

After taking an extremely cold shower and thinking about my dead grandma naked a mustered up the courage to leave my room. I wasn’t sure if Harry had caught the full bit of my dream, but it was evident that he knew it was about him. Or… by the grace of some heavenly creature above, maybe he didn’t know…. Who am I kidding; of course he knows it was about him. I moaned his bloody name! God Lou, why must be so sexually frustrated you have to dream about the homeless drug dealer.  But maybe he was more than that; more than just the homeless drug dealer.

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I entered the living room and there was no sign of Harry anywhere. So good so fa-

“Hey Lou Im In the kitchen, do you want lunch?” Harry’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Damn him and his adorable ways.

“Y-yeah” I stutter out walking towards the kitchen. I was about to turn around when Harry walked into view and I froze. My heart was going 90 to nothing and Im sure my face was whiter than the moon.

“There you are thought you drowned in the shower” he said then laughed. I gave a small chuckle and sat on the bar stool next to him. In front of me sat a sandwich and a salad with a glass of water.

“Someone eats super healthy” I say, referring to the meal.

“You don’t… like it?” Harry answers with a frown

“NO! nononono that’s not what I meant at all!” I say really fast and he smirks.

“Calm down, it’s just food.” He says. No matter what I do he always finds a way of making me feel stupid in front of him. My cheeks heat up and I look down, becoming fascinated with the small tomato in my salad, rolling it around with my fork.

The silence soon becomes too much for me to handle, so instead of saying something stupid again I pull out my phone and play “Carried Away” by Passion Pit via my Bluetooth speaker. I start humming the words and tapping my foot.

“Who’s this?” Harry asks and I slide my phone across the bar to him, not wanting to talk with my mouth full.

“Passion pit? I think I know another of their songs.” Harry says with a smile then proceed to unlock my phone, which is password protected.

He looks up with a frown and I laugh while typing in the password. I hand him my phone back and he immediately goes to my music app. I find it weird how he is acting like this morning never happened. Maybe he was disgusted with the thought of me ‘dreaming’ about him. Or maybe, just maybe he doesn’t know it’s about him. I hear a change of music and I look up to a smiling Harry.

“You like Walk the Moon?” he asks and I smile

“Love them.” I answer back and he hops up and begins singing along to  ‘Anna Sun’

(-play song for full effect-)

Screen falling off the door; door hanging off the hinges