I Dare You // Larry AU

Chapter Five

A/N: I'm gonna be honest. This chapter is not what it was supposed to be. I promised it quite a while ago, but I lost it and I was so annoyed I didn't write it again. The original was smut, filthy smut, but this isn't. Sorry. Sorry to everyone I promised with an update. Hope you enjoy...

After hiding in the bathroom for twenty minutes he finally emerged, Harry immediately picking him up around the waist and carrying him to his bedroom.

Louis kicks him a few times to no avail, Harry still tossing him on the bed and clambering on top of him, eyes alight with something akin to malice.

"This is fun." Harry smiles. "Isn't it fun?"

"No." Louis grunts. He tries to wriggle out from under Harry, trying to brace his feet against the mattress to push Harry off, but the younger just leans back and grabs his ankles, preventing him from doing so.

"C'mon, Louis," Harry sighs, twisting from the awkward angle (still pinning Louis' ankles down) to give him an annoyed glare, "can you stop being an uptight little bitch for once in your life?"

Louis shoves him off (fucking finally), disentangling himself from the bed (how did he get tangled in the duvet? What deity did he piss off today?) and leaving, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving a winded Harry sprawled on the ground with a hurt look on his face.

The first thing he does to find Harry's secret crush (what the fuck has his life come to?) is stalk Harry's Instagram, scrolling through picture after picture of Harry and Niall, a cat (which makes him wonder where said cat is, the most recent picture was three days before the wedding, the tabby dressed up in what looked like a dinosaur costume and batting a paw at the camera, Harry's booted feet just in frame) and stupid things he finds in random places, like eighteen copies of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay on a shelf with no other movies in the DVD section in a shop.

Another heavily featured thing was Louis, which was kinda weird. Dares, random things Harry managed to snap a picture of. A bit odd, sure, but Louis didn't read too much into it. Harry was weird, he knew that. There was no point getting stuck on that and not giving himself a chance to find the guy Harry has a secret boner for.

He shuts the laptop when Harry comes bounding in, launching himself at Louis and immediately wrapping himself around him like a giant, irritating koala bear.

"Harry, what the fuck?" Louis says, trying to get out of his grasp. As he said, incredibly weird. Almost worryingly so. They should get him tested. Oh god, that just reminded him, he's related (in some way, Louis isn't quite sure of the logistics of that. The only non-mindless porn thing he'd ever seen about a step-sibling thing was Clueless, and they were technically no longer step siblings, so that was no fucking use)

"Stop wriggling, god. Could rival a fucking worm, Jesus. So tiny." Harry huffs. "Why are you always so moody? Is it that time of the month?" He asks innocently, froggy lips curling into a cheeky smile, cow eyes blinking slowly, eyelashes fluttering. 

Louis wants to murder this boy. Is it premeditated murder if he doesn't have a plan and just a general 'I hate this person and wish death upon them so much so that I want to be the cause of their violent, brutal death'? Another question he can't google because he doesn't know if people are going to see his search history. Does the government track Internet activity? Or is that just criminals or Persons of Interest? Questions.

"Oooh, struck a nerve there. Does LouLou not want to talk about his menstrual cycle? Is he embarrassed? Speaking of which, if men were to, you know, would it like... Come out of their cock? And how would a man have a ba-" Harry cackles as Louis slaps him upside the head with all the strength he can muster. "Ow! Jesus Christ, Louis. Calm down, I was only fucking around. God, you're really uptight, aren't you?" He mutters to himself, shaking his head.

"Maybe you're just a dickhead." Louis scowls.

"Alright, let's play a game," Harry sniggers, "because you for some reason have a major problem with me, even though I am a fucking delight, thank you very much, I want to know why. Why do you hate me, Louis? Go on. Hit me with it, give me every reason you hate me."

Louis exhales. "You seriously want this? I can be pretty extensive."

"Fuck yeah! You're a petty bitch and I want to know if you have actual reasons for hating me or a half-baked notion." Harry shrugs. "So, go for it. Why do you think I'm the worst person on the planet, why am I the antichrist? Leave it all on the table, don't hold back. Just fucking let it rip... That being said I'd rather you not shit your pants."

Louis lets out a surprised chuckle, settling in Harry's arms and exhaling.

"Alright, well. You were just a world class twat the day I met you and have upheld that since," Louis begins, trying not to let bitterness seep into his tone. 

If he was being honest, he didn't always exactly hate Harry. He'd tried to like him when they first met, he really did. But Harry was just rude, and Louis instantly disliked him. Once he'd found out about Harry's tendency to spread rumours, he'd hated him.

"Then you started with the stupid fucking rumour about me and the  history teacher's son," Louis continues, a proper scowl on his face now. Harry doesn't look up, just lying against him quietly. "And you're just an insufferable twat. Nobody can do anything or say anything without you spreading stupid shit around like some worse version of Gossip Girl. I don't know, I've never actually watched it. And most of your stupid fucking gossip seems to be always at my expense! Why the fuck do you think it's ok? Fucking surprised you haven't spread this all over the damn school."

"I'm sorry?" Harry offers. "Yeah, that's kinda suckish, I'll admit, but it's a bit... You know. Well, stupid. Have you ever considered the fact that, I don't know, maybe you're just a diva?"

"What? No I'm not."

"And, anyway, you're not exactly innocent in this entire debacle, Louis."

"What the fuck are you talking about this time, Harry?"