Insanity

Chapter 2

Louis had no idea why, but for some reason he was really interessted in Harry, maybe just as interested as Harry was in him. Ofcourse he couldn't become friends with the guy, Harry was dangerous. If Harry could kidnap louis and lock him up in a basement, it probably wouldnt be the worst thing he could do. But come on, what could be so wrong about those flashy green eyes?

Right now, Harry was cooking a meal for him upstairs, Louis was wondering if Harry would be good in that? Even though Louis wasnt that into food, he was kinda curious if he would be good at cooking. What if it was one of his hobbies? Later he would ask Harry about his hobbies and what he did in his spare time. The guy seemed a bit lonely though, why else would he do this? It was weird that Louis felt a strong connection with a guy like this, well Harry was infact his type. Thats why he wanted to escape so badly, he knew there was a big chance he would fall for Harry, and he couldnt. Louis would maybe even get hurt more.

He has always liked the dangerous tupe, and even though Harry was really adorable, he probably was very dangerous. Tecnically he could anything he wanted to Louis, if the guy would let him. You could call Harry styles many bad words, but he wasnt very pushy. And definatelly not to Louis, since he really liked Louis he decided to be carefull with him. The guy already broke his leg and had a terrible headache, so why would he tried to hurt him more? Instead Harry was really conserned about Louis. He wished he never broke his leg so he could continue writing. Little did he know, Louis said he would stop writing. On the other hand, if he never broke his leg, his idol wouldnt be with him right now.

Louis caught himself on that his heart started beating faster when he heard the fimilar noise of Harry coming downstairs. Probably bringing his food. Louis lit up the lamp, that Harry gave him instead of the flashlight and waited for him to enter the door nervously. The door opened and a even more nervous Harry stood there with a plate and a glass of water in his hands. Louis was the only person he acted awkward around, mostly he was loud and outgoing, he probably acted like this since he cared way to much about what Louis thought of him.

He kneeled down and put his plate filled with rice, chicken and a side salade on the floor.

'I'm sorry you have to eat like this, I couldnt get the table down.'Harry said with an apologizing smile.

'Its okay, it would be better if you just let me leave but nevermind.'Louis blurted out and glared the younger boy.

Even though Harry seemed like a nice guy, there was no reason to act like he enjoyed this. He clearly didnt, what on earth could be likeable about getting locked inside a basement?

Harry Styles, that was what.

Louis sighned and looked at the dish.

'It looks nice, Harry.'he said honestly, he was already glad that someone could cook. Louis failed terribly in cooking. He always burned the food or read the recipy wrong. And he absolutely hated big fast food restaurants, so he wouldnt go there. He prefered healthy neals and vegatables over mcdonalds, unlike most other people.

Slowly he started to cut a little piece of chicken with his knife and poked in it with a fork.

'Its not poisoned is it?'he joked staring at the little piece of meat on his fork. Harry started laughing.

'No I swear its not, just eat it. I hope you'll like it.'

Louis put the fork in his mouth and started chewing on it carefully, this really wasnt that bad.

'It taste really good.'he said after swallowing it, Harry looked like he never heard anything that good in his whole life.

'Thank you so much Louis, you have no idea how much that means to me.'the curly haired lad said and jumped up. 'I'm gonna leave you alone now, enjoy your meal.'he said and smiled before walking away backwards. When he was almost at the door he turned around and walked up the stairs. I could hear he forced himself to walk slowly, he probably wanted to run downtown screaming 'Louis Tomlinson liked my chicken.' Louis chuckled when he thought of the fact that he could make someone so happy with just one compliment. Imagine what else he could do to him.