Boundless •L.S•

An agreement|12

Louis is stoned.

Everything seems to be blurry and happening in slow motion as he tries to get up.

Walking seems to be pretty complicated at the moment and Louis really doesn't know why he's trying to get up and leave but he is doing so nonetheless.

The lad slowly gets up and determined he carefully drags his feet the hotel room.

Of course the drugs in his system have fried his brain currently so the lad didn't really go far but in his defense did make it to the front door.

Louis slips outside the room and slowly slides down to sit on the floor and while doing that he suddenly feels a weight inside the pocket of his pants.

With that the blue eyed lad could swear that he just had the brightest idea of all times.

"Ni-all!" He slowly says as he calls his mate on the phone.

It didn't take long for his mate to answer as he picked it up just after the first ring.

"Louis!" The lad hears his mate practically scream in the phone which just makes Louis giggle.

"Hello mate." Louis says messily as he fumbles with his phone.

"Where the bloody hell are you?!"

Louis just looks around, "Dunno..." he pouts at that.

"You-" Louis can hear Niall sigh. "Can you describe the place you're at?"

"Hmm... 'Was in a room but left, now doors..." The blue eyed lad trails off as he just stares straight ahead, trying to simply say that he is in the hallway of a hotel.

Niall was quite for a moment before he speaks up, "Yeah, ok, don't move, yeah?"

"Yea..."

Louis can hear some muffled voices from the other line and he just sighs, setting his phone down.

"Yeah L, don't worry, he's here- somewhere..." Louis hears somebody saying and looks up.

"I-" Harry. "I found him."

Louis just stares at him as the Curly haired lad glares at him.

"You." Louis says glaring at the other man.

"Me." Harry says approaching Louis and crouching down to be face to face with the lad.

"Jesus... What the hell are you on?" Harry asks narrowing his eyes.

"Dunno." The blue eyed lad shrugs.

"Of course not." Harry mutters as he wraps an arm around Louis. "Come on, get up..."

And Louis swears that he did try to do so but he's too wasted to even move.

"Louis, up." Harry says as he helps Louis up. "Come on, good." He helps one of Louis' arms over his shoulder as he himself holds the lad from his waist.

"Where are we-" Louis stumbles over his own feel.

"Fuck, Lou, you aren't helping me here!" The Curly haired lad slowly walks glancing at Louis. "C'mon the lift's near. "

Harry tries to turn right but Louis isn't even moving anymore. "I swear- right, Louis." He says as he looks at the lad whose eyes are nearly closed. "Don't you fall asleep on me now..." Harry mutters as he tries to get a better grip on Louis and keeps on walking.

Soon enough the two lads are inside the hotel room just to
be met with their mates worried faces. "He's asleep, I'm gonna go take him to his room." Harry pauses, "Go to sleep you all must be exhausted."

With that he goes towards Louis room and soon enough sets Louis down on the bed.

As he's about to leave he hears the familiar voice of the blue eyed lad.

"I thought you didn't really like me..."

"You were asleep."

"Not really."

"You're a real pain in the arse, Louis Tomlinson.
Louis chuckles as he shakes his head. "Self acceptance is key."

"On another note, I thought you didn't like me." Harry mutters as he stares at Louis.

"I don't."

"You don't?"

"Not at all."

Harry takes a few steps forward as soon a e is in front of Louis he crouches a little so he is face to face with him.

"You hate me." Harry whispers, close enough that his breath is fanning over Louis lips who is looking him in the eyes.

"Yes."

"And I hate you."

"That's it."

"Good." With that Harry gets back up and just like that he's gone.

Louis sighs as he lays back down.

He's not sober enough to think right now.

. . . . .

Nonetheless that night seemed to be a silent agreement between the two men, both agreeing between them that they hate each other and that's that.

As time passes by they have come to learn whatever could make the other mad and with that information they would do anything possible to piss one another off.

Now, they don't bicker or make any stupid remarks at each other- no, they just enjoy silently annoying each other.

It's as simple as that- or at least that's what Louis thinks.

"Lou, honestly, how should I feel about you using me to make Harry jealous?" Niall mutters.

"Honored."

Lea laughs at them rolling her eyes at her mates antics.

"You lads are weird." She says referring to Louis and Harry.

"Not really." Louis says as he eats Nialls crisps, sitting comfortably on his lap- Louis being the only human being who can just eat Niall's food and not die afterwards.

"Ok but where the fuck are Liam and Zayn?"

"You shouldn't even ask at this point." Louis deadpans as if it's one of the most obvious things possible.

"You're right about that one for sure..." Lea muses as she grabs her beer bottle taking a sip from it.

"So what was yours and Harry's game again?" She says making Niall nudge Louis to answer because this is actually something he wants to know too.

"Do explain Louis." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oh shut up, it's nothing you know, I hate him, he hates me." Louis takes a sip from his beer. "Honestly, everything is mutual."

"Of course." Lea says in a tone that just gives away the fact that she doesn't believe Louis one bit- Louis just flips her the bird.

"Fuck off."

'It's mutual.' Louis thinks as he glances at Harry. 'Definitely.'