Intent on Hating You (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

I yawned and looked down at my hand that was itching like crazy.

‘So if you don’t want to go to Nandos how about McDonalds?’ Niall asked, everyone groaned again but agreed to get him to shut up.

We got McDonalds, well the others did, I just sat picking at my cheeseburger, not really hungry as the others scoffed theirs down before we were dropped off at Harry and my flat.

“now boys, there is something special planned for you tomorrow” Paul said as I got out, I turned to look at him and he hesitated “Of course, Louis if you don’t want t-“

“I’ll go” I said before walking off towards the flat. I’m so fed up of people feeling sorry for me and trying to make me feel upset, of course I do. I feel numb inside, like there’s nothing worth living for.

I walked to the door and opened it before walking in and going towards my room. I walked in to see it completely clean of glass and with clean sheets on. It was a little weird.

“Louis?” Harry called out and the door of the flat closed

“What?” I called back walking over to the picture on the bedside table that’s glass was now unbroken, as if nothing had happened. If my hand wasn’t hurting I’d have thought it was all a dream.

“Would you like a pizza, I’m going to order out” Harry called

“Sure” Louis replied sitting on the bed and picking up the picture. He looked at all his sisters and his mum and ran his thumb over the glass. He regretted not seeing them as much since being in the band.

“You okay?” Harry asked leaning on the door frame, I grunted before looking back at the photo. “I hope you don’t mind, you know that I got it mended, only I thought you might like to see the photo without cutting yourself” Harry said

“you did it?” I asked looking up at him in shock, Harry shrugged

“yeah”

“thanks” I replied weakly, but no I wasn’t going to cry, I couldn’t.

“yeah no problem” Harry responded before turning to walk out of the room “oh and I invited the boys over for a games night” He said walking out of the room.

“Right” I muttered. I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling and waited for some sound that meant Harry and I were not alone.

‘Where is the Juice?’ Nialls voice broke the silence and I slid out of bed to meet them.

They were all sat around the table and I looked around

“hey” I said

“Hi Lou” Liam smiled. we ended up in the living room playing fifa, and it was nice to have something to take my mind off things

“Stop cheating Louis” Harry growled because I was winning

“You’re just jealous because I’m better at you” I shot back.

“you’re just jealous because I’m better looking than you” Harry shot back

“Okay, believe what you will” I said scoring another goal against him as the game ended

“You definitely cheated” Harry glared tossing his controller on the ground and standing up

‘Oh fuck off styles’ I rolled my eyes

“you fuck off” Harry frowned glaring at me

“I’m cool here” I replied, Harry walked over to me