"No so I'm over here kicking like a fucking tool and this dickhead behind me starts fucking having a go at me like I won't spin his fucking jaw. And then the second I'm like started to cool down this fucker goes 'are you done?' Excuse me? Am I done? No, no I'm not."
This has been going on for two hours. "And so then I beat the shit out of this guy and he was all embarrassed cause I'm a little boy. I was wearing a really baggy jumper but still. I mean who asks someone that? Like 'are you done?' Are you dumb? I will drop kick you."
"Baby I'm- I'm starting to think you need therapy." He ignores me. "And so-" he sniffles throwing the fruit into the cart. "So I was all hectic then but then the next day literally nothing happened. I was just sat there it was so boring and so I'd come to this realisation that I really hate quiet."
"Really? Didn't notice." He tilts his head slightly with a smile. "That's not funny."
"I'm kidding baby. What about your fourth day?" He forces out a laugh. "Do not even get me started on the fourth day." He's said that about the other two days. "What happened?"
"I went for a walk, literally just minding my business and this fucking bitch decides she wants to talk shit about my clothes. Like okay I was- I was wearing the same thing for four days but I was homeless and shit so like what did she want from me. Get a life also get fucked, by the looks of it she didn't- ever. She's like- 1740 year old virgin from Stockport centre with a smoking addiction and two kids named Courtney and Liam-"
"My love you need to breath." He lets out a deep sigh. "Anyways, so after I called her many names and then told her all of that I walked away and took my singular shirt that I couldn't wear anymore because every time I tried to sleep I sweated or punched myself awake- laugh and you die. I carried on walking and people were just extra pissy that day."
"Most usually are." He scoffs rolling his eyes at me. "No but they were worse that day and I have no idea why. I genuinely think I was the problem but that's just- disgusting behaviour I would never. And so it was there fault and this bitch behind me in the line when I was getting my drink was like- chatting shit, like so much and it was so loud everybody was annoyed so I told her to shut up and then she started screaming, screaming! At me, in Spanish."
"Oh god." I hated that smile. "Yeah so now I'm banned from Costa for the rest of my life because apparently her kid cried and- well, you know. Man screams at women in other languages and it's not the best sign."
"Hm. Yeah no you definitely should've just, not left the house." He starts to look around. "I know for a fact you're not talking to me right now."
"What is with the attitude today?" My mouth opens in shock. "You kicked me out of the house. You didn't want me there anymore. You dumped me. I didn't leave I was kicked out."
"Would you like me to kiss you? Would that make you feel better?" He nods. "Yes. I'm stressing just thinking about it."
**
"What's up with Harry?" I take his hands pulling him closer so he was against my back.
"He's very stressed, he was telling me about his adventures in the upper class areas of London. Very entertaining, that vein on his neck almost popped."
"I wanna see." I tense my hands over his as he tries to step forward. "He hasn't slept in a few days so I'm gonna sneak him up there before Zayn finds out I've taken him-"
"Too late." I rest my head against Harry's chest. "Zayn come on." Riley laughs. "Nope. I told you already. Move."
Looking up at Harry I watched his nose scrunch. "We've been separated."
"Who's he supposed to sleep with now- in the bed, separated, on the other side of the bed with pillows." Nia jumps at me. "He can sleep in my bed."
"I'm gonna go check on next door. See what's going on and what's gone wrong in the five days I've been gone."
"I'm gonna go with you. Hey Nays let's go yeah. Oh Niall I'd love too. Great come on then." I kiss her cheek before she's dragged away from me. "Make sure she's in bed in thirty minutes or I'm gonna be mad! What if he agrees to it?"
"Did what I told you the other day have no sort of connection with anything you've got going on in there?" I shake my head. "No sorry. I see a cute boy and all thoughts leave my head."
"Harry?" Zayn looks up at him like a concerned mother. "I'm okay. If it happens again then I'll get you. Then I will visit his grave yearly."
"Right. You are still going to the doctors. Fucking psycho." Liam pulls him towards the kitchen. "I need you to try the food I made."
Pulling Harry up the stairs I feel his hands pull at my belt loops. "You can't be doing that in such an open space." He pokes my sides cutting myself off with a laugh. "Fine."
He kicks the door shut behind him. I'd turned to face him pulling at his hoodie until his lips were on mine. My heart was beating at a million miles an hour.
"I don't-" I kiss him again before speaking. "I don't want you to think that I'm just doing this so you'll like me again. I just- you're really attractive and I really really love this part."
"Mhm, yeah." He pulls my shirt over my head. "Glad we figured it out. I just really need you to know that I'm not using it to try and make you feel better about any of this."
"Yeah. No it's fine. Louis."
"Yeah?"
"Please stop talking."
"Right. Sorry," My pants started to tighten. Pulling his hips closer to mine. "Are you gonna make me sign something?"
"Louis." He pushes me against the pillow. "Sorry I'm nervous. You're kinda cute are you single?"
"As a matter of fact yes."
"Oh well that is perfect." He nods. "Mhm."
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Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction"He's dead." Harry whispered. "That's the idea." "He's dead." He repeats. "I mean his eyes are separate from his sockets and his spleen is somewhere mixed in with his teeth. So yes." "You killed him!" He points. "Don't point what if he's shy." "Oh...
