Boundless •L.S•

Hate|6

Louis goes into the livingroom to check up on Niall just to find Zayn sitting on a single chair, smoking a cigarette.

"Care if I join?" He asks as he pulls a chair out to sit as Zayn just gives him a nod.

"You truly are unbelievable, Louis Tomlinson." Zayn Malik says as he glances at Louis.

"Why is that?"

"For many reasons." Zayn chuckles and Louis just raises an eyebrow.

"Doesn't answer my question."

"Yes it does but sure."

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I do, yeah." He nods as he blows the smoke out of his mouth.

"Go on then." Louis says as he lights up his own cigarette.

"You didn't know why Harry took you with him, do you?"

"Actually no- what the fuck is going on with him. He's...." Louis pauses as he tries to find a suitable word. "Weird...?- Yes, weird."

"Well, yeah sure, you can say that." Zayn smirks, "to answer your question though, Harry always finds himself something to entertain him- more like someone but yeah."

Ok- no, excuse me? Something to entertain him- oh god, please don't say what I think your gonna say.

"For some time now Harry, hadn't found that something yet, hadn't found someone worth to waste his time on and you Louis Tomlinson seemed yo be worth his while- it seems," Zayn pauses as a chuckle escapes his lips, "and yet you are the first person who just refused Harry Styles company, fascinating, truly."

What the actual fuck-

"What the actual fuck does that man think of himself, anyway?-" Louis pauses not knowing what to get out of his mouth.

Well, yeah Harry did seem weird with the way he dressed and looked with those ridiculous clothes and his beautiful eyes and his lips and- yes that anyway.

"And I seemed entertaining enough, yeah?" Louis laughs humorlessly.

"Honestly you shouldn't take it the bad way thats just Harry for you but yeah." Zayn paused as he looked at me. "I like you and I think that many assumptions about you may be wrong after all." Zayn states without any filter at all and Louis gets him.

A lot of people assume some of the most ridiculous and foolish things about him- things that are simply untrue, of course Louis knows that he is pretty fucked up if you come to think about it and that it wasn't hard for the public eye to get a sight of just that.

"You're pretty cool yourself, Zayn Malik." The blue eyed lad gives him a smile which Zayn returns with one of his own charming ones.

"Yup well I'm off to sleep, it was nice chatting with you." He says and Louis just nods. "Make yourself at home, you can crush in any room." And with that he's gone only the ashtray being evidence that he was ever here.

With that Louis just sighs as he crashes his cigarette into the astray and get up, off to go find the kitchen for some water before he tries to get some sleep.

And it didn't really take him that long to find the kitchen after all.

He fills up a glass of water and was about to drink that but heard some footsteps seemingly approaching towards here.

Louis look at the door only to see Harry now standing in a new pair of pajamas- silk pajamas, a top and some really short shorts.

But God did Harry look delicious as he was standing there looking like the prettiest man Louis has ever laid his eyes on- Harry was prettily showing off his collarbone and his milky thighs, his skin just begging to be marked.

And Louis thinks that this is an invitation but even if it is he won't just accept it that easily.

None of the two men exchange any words as they both just go on their own business and just as Louis was about to leave, Harry somehow manages to trip over his own legs and Louis is seemingly quick enough to catch the green eyed lad.

"Oops." Harry mutters.

"Hi." Louis responds as he slowly let's go of Harry, mentally scolding himself for the choice of words.

And for some unknown reason Louis doesn't leave, he feels like something is being left unsaid by Harry so he just decides to linger a little longer.

With that thought the blue eyed lad goes to sit on a stool and just stare at Harry making- tea?

Yeah, tea.

"Why?" Harry suddenly asks as he pours some water to heat it.

"Why what exactly?" Louis asks- pretending not to know what Harry was referring to.

"You know what I'm talking about." The Curly haired man turns around his stare harsh and ever so cold.

"How do you know that?" Louis raises an eyebrow but Harry just keeps staring at him so Louis sighs.

"Well if you are referring to why I have ignored you all night." And that was simply untrue because Louis has done anything but ignored Harry all night long but Harry seemingly has failed to get the attention that he wanted and hadn't noticed Louis looking at him.

"I don't really owe you an explanation so yeah but no."

"It has to do with me too- so yes, you do owe me an explanation." Harry says stubbornly but Louis just raises an eyebrow.

"Is it that bad of a thing that I chose to ignore-"

"Blatantly." Louis just rolls his eyes at that.

"- Blatantly ignored the great Harry Styles?"

Harry just nods and Louis can't help but chuckle because for the millionth time what the fuck? He can't understand Harry at all.

"Do what you want Louis Tomlinson but know that I always get my way."

"Not with me." Louis replies bitterly as he glares at Harry and gets up to leave.

Who does Harry Styles think he is and what does he think Louis or anyone for that matter is? Some toy that Harry can play with whenever he wants to?

Louis may be a definite arsehole but Harry is surely worse and with everything that went down as Louis is about to head into a room to go and sleep he decides that he doesn't like Harry- not at all, the blue eyed lad is sure that such a thing won't change anytime soon.

If anything Louis hates Harry and that's that.