Cheater // Larry

Chapter sixteen

Chapter sixteen //

When Louis woke up with an attractive boy beside him, he felt strange. Not the good post-orgasm strange but more of an incomplete strange. Despite having the body heat of Josh and a thick duvet, Louis felt cold and alone ; an unfamiliar feeling of someone who sleeps around.

Light started to shine through the curtains as sunrise shifted into sunshine, waking Josh up and making Louis feel increasingly uncomfortable.

"Ready for round two, Mr Sexy" Josh purred, his index and middle finger creeping up Louis' chest - a move he had before found sexy. However now, he found it somewhat creepy and disturbing, as if Josh had suggested going to the toilet with him.

"Not now, I'm thinking about some stuff." Louis mumbled quietly but firmly. He, for once, wasn't in the mood. Josh frowned and sat up, crossing his arms (which coincidentally made his muscles bulge-not that Louis noticed) (he did notice).

"It's about Harry isn't it?" Josh said sympathetically but also patronisingly, nodding his head as if he were talking to a child who had just gotten a paper cut off a juice box.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Just because I don't want to have sex with you doesn't mean it's because of someone else, you cocky twat" Louis growled, was his affection towards Harry really that obvious? "I'll screw you right now if it'll get you go shut up."

"Please, Louis, you aren't fooling anyone. The only fooling you are doing is around - with Harry." Josh stood up, dragging the duvet with him as he picked up his clothes and stalked into the bathroom to get dress, leaving Louis alone with his thoughts.

It felt different with Harry the past couple days, but did that mean he had caught...feelings? Louis frowned, he'd worn a condom so he should be disease free - and feelings was the worst disease he could think of.

A slamming of his front door was enough to bring Louis out of the depths of his thoughts only to have the bitter realisation of how bad he'd screwed things up to set in.

Whatever this thing was - with Harry - had to be enough to stop Louis from screwing other people because otherwise it was never going to work. Was Harry a potential boyfriend? Louis scoffed at the thought - he was never going to get a boyfriend. Harry could just be his exclusive boy to buy presents for and hug and kiss and live with - but not a boyfriend. Louis didn't do boyfriends. Except other people's.

Exhausted, Louis flopped back down on the bed, tired of listening to his own voice yet too proud to call Harry and listen to his. Maybe that was Louis' problem - his pride.

Hesitant, Louis picked up the phone and dialled the one person he really wanted to talk to,

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HEY! I'm back with better grammar and hopefully a good plot. Sorry this is short - the next one will be longer, I promise < 3