My Step-Brother Is A Stripper || Larry Stylinson

5- titanic

Louis woke up to the sound of fast, heavy breathing. He grunted and almost cursed himself when he opened his eyes and the sunlight clouded them.

He looked at the time and saw that it was five in the morning. He turned his head towards the noise, and saw Harry, shirtless and perspiring, on the floor doing push-ups.

If Harry wasn't an asshole, Louis might as well say that vision was beautiful. But Harry was an asshole, and Louis hated him, so he would never admit it.

"Harry, what the fuck are you doing!" He yelled at him, covering his face with his pillow.

"Morning exercise. I do it every day except Sunday," Harry answered as he continued to do push-ups.

"It's five in the morning, go to sleep!" He cried the smooth, very tired. The night before he had to work longer hours than usual, and he returned at four in the morning, so an hour earlier.

He was very tired, and he sure wanted more than just one fucking hour of sleep.

"No," Harry replied as he stood up and started doing jumping jacks.

Louis grunted again, "where the fuck do you get all this early morning lust from!" Louis rolled onto his stomach.

Harry stopped for a few seconds and his gaze ended up on the buttocks covered by the boy's boxers. Harry shook his head, and 'no, look at the wall' he thought to himself, resuming the jumping jacks.

Louis managed to fall back asleep, and woke up when the alarm went off at 8:30.

He lifted his face off the mattress and rubbed his nose because it hurt because he had slept with his face pressed against the mattress, and after about twenty minutes of staring at the ceiling, he decided to get up and go get ready for school. 

When he got up, he noticed that Harry wasn't there, but he didn't give a damn. Right now, he couldn't even make one sentence that had sense, so Harry was the least of his worries.

He went to take a shower, and once he got out of the shower, he looked in the mirror and saw a couple of big hickeys on his neck.

Louis sighed and closed his eyes to keep from crying. Why all the problems right in the morning, when he can't even put two and two together, have to happen!

He wanted to wear makeup to cover it up, but Harry didn't have any makeup in his bathroom, so Louis decided he'd just put a scarf around his neck.

Once dressed he went downstairs to have breakfast. "Morning Anne, hello Dad," he said to his father and Anne. Louis looked around as he sat down at the table "Where's Harry?" He asked when he didn't find the figure of the annoying hedgehog.

"He didn't tell you?" Anne asked, and Louis shook his head as he poured milk into his glass and dunked some biscuits in it "he went to school, actually, he left a few minutes ago"

"Oh, he could have, I don't know, waited for me," Louis mused. "Okay, it doesn't matter, I have to go anyway" he said shaking his head and getting up from his chair.

"Good luck with school," Mark told him.

Louis gave him a kiss on the cheek and nodded "good luck with the job" he said, "see you later" he said to both Mark and Anne, and walked out of the Styles' house.

Louis after about ten minutes arrived at the school, and from a distance he saw Harry talking and joking with his friends. He rolled his eyes and entered.

The day went terribly slow. One thing people don't understand about 'nerds', as they like to call them, is that they don't like school.

Well, most of them at least.