Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

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Louis was just snatching a random shirt from his closet when his door flung open and crashed against the wall. He turned around with a quirked eyebrow and Harry was standing in the doorway with his eyes ripped open in terror.

"It's an emergency!" He said panicked.

"Okay? Can we get dressed first or do we have to leave the country immediately?" Louis pointed to his chest first and then to Harry's pyjamas he was still wearing.

"This is the emergency, Louis! I have nothing to wear! And then I look like shit and then no one wants to be my friend and then everyone will laugh at me or bully me just because I am poor and I will be the laughing stock and never graduate because they bully me out of school and beat me up and stuff and I spend half of my youth in the hospital! Then I will end on the streets because I get no job and freeze to death in winter or die of an overdoze because I become a drug addict, or worse, I find a dog and it turns out it's rabid and mangles me while I'm asleep!" Harry gasped for air close to a panic attack and grabbed the doorframe breathing deeply.

"Okay?" Louis looked at him as if he was crazy, making a careful step back. "And this will all happen just because you don't know what to wear today?" He checked.

"Yes! Don't you listen?" Harry exclaimed.

Louis just stared at him before he looked past him to the hallway.

"Mum! It's time!" He yelled. "Let's take Harry to the mental hospital! He's finally gone insane!"

"Lou!" Harry whined and trotted into the room slumping down on Louis' bed.

"Yeah, sure. Get comfy." Louis huffed and threw his shirt over his head. "You just want my clothes, but news flash, Harry. I don't even have a single fucking jumper in my closet anymore!"

"I'm sure you still have one!" Harry whined and rolled on his side.

"Bub, you have twice as many clothes as I do, so don't tell me there isn't a single item you want to wear." Louis sighed.

"I need to look good!" Harry reasoned.

"You always look good." Louis muttered unfazed.

"You know what I mean!" Harry pouted. "Please."

"No." Louis grumbled.

"Louuu!" Harry whined.

"No, Harry. And now fuck off."

"You're always mean to me!" Harry exclaimed upset and sat up crossing his arms.

"I'm not mean. I just need my own clothes for myself from time to time. When you give me my jumpers back then you get new ones. Easy as that. Now leave, I have stuff to do."

"What stuff?" Harry asked.

"None of your business. Go." Louis pointed to the door annoyed and grabbed his cologne that was standing on his drawer.

"But we have to leave soon." Harry said challenging.

"Harry, I swear to god when you're not out of my room in ten seconds I beat your ass." Louis said angrily and Harry huffed.

"No. You wouldn't hurt me." He said smugly, knowing Louis just acted like he was all tough when in reality he was always sweet to him- well, mostly.

"Okay, that's enough." Louis growled and plunged forward about to grab Harry but he was quicker and slipped past him out of the room screaming, being dead wrong with his assumption. "Come here you little shit!" Louis yelled and ran after him along the hallway.

"Mum!" Harry shouted panicked and dashed down the stairs almost stumbling over his feet and running against the wall downstairs when he looked behind him and gasped when Louis got closer.