Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

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Louis and Harry haven't been fighting like they were right now in a very long time. In fact, they have never fought and not spoken to each other for that long at all since they were in a relationship, but neither made the first step- Louis because he didn't see himself at fault and Harry because he felt treated wrongly by him.

He was still hoping Louis would give in and come up to him, tell him everything was okay so they could go back to how they were, but when the weekend came around and there was still icy silence between them he began to worry that Louis would never talk to him again, especially when he didn't seem to care if he'd be there at his little party or not.

"Do you have my grey tank top? The dark one?" Louis asked impassively when he came into his room with an expressionless face.

Harry looked up from his homework with a crease on his forehead and turned to him. His face darkened just the tiniest bit when Louis simply looked at him questioningly and with a raised eyebrow when he didn't answer him immediately.

"I don't know. Maybe in the closet." He shrugged.

Louis breathed out an annoyed huff before turning to the closet and rummaging through Harry's tons of clothes, half of them were his own.

"So, do you want me to leave or can I at least stay in my room?" Harry asked with pursed lips, his tone snappy and challenging.

Louis closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath before he spun around with the tank top in his hand and his jaw clenched.

"You are in no position being that bitchy towards me, Harry. You know I wouldn't kick you out nor exclude you from the party, so if you decide to sulk just to prove whatever point and not come downstairs later, then it's your own fault." He said with a cold expression to which Harry simply glared at him and crossed his arms. "Fucking finally grow up and think about your behaviour towards me, because if you think I will back down and apologise when you're just a stubborn brat right now, then you're dead wrong. I hate fighting with you, but I won't give in this time, no chance."

He looked at Harry pointedly and waited if he understood the seriousness of the situation and when he saw a small glimpse of realisation in his eyes he simply turned around and left the room so Harry could think about his actions.

Harry huffed and threw his pen on the desk with tears burning just above his lower eyelids as so often the past few days. His hopes of Louis forgetting about their fight and being sweet to him as he always was shattered and he found himself getting around what he threw at Louis' head, how unfair he was to him and what he expected from him when he knew exactly how stressed he was lately and he was no help at all.

He remembered what Louis told him when their conversation first escalated and he really had to think of something to make up for the entire week he put fuel to the fire with his snappy and stubborn behaviour although Louis was no better towards him- but just like Louis just said, he told him to grow up so now he needed to be the mature one of them.

When the perfect idea hit him he scurried off his chair and dashed out of the room in hopes his parents weren't gone yet and he sighed in relief when he ran down the stairs almost tripping over his feet in hurry when he heard noises in the hallway where Mark was just putting on his shoes while Jay rummaged through her handbag to see if she had everything she needed for their night out to not disturb the teens.

"Mum!" He panted.

"Hey, honey." Jay chuckled amused when she saw her son holding onto the doorway to catch a breath. "What's going on?"