The Gay Next Door {EDITING}

four

Harry's P.O.V
Let's just say that ever since Tomlinson moved in beside me, my life hasn't been complete shit. I mean, I haven't stepped in any dog shi- ah, man, never mind.

Every morning he's given me a ride to school, and we occasionally eat lunch together as well, even though he's a senior and I'm a sophomore. The little shit won't let me forget it either..

He's even met mum. I'm pretty glad, because she likes him. Maybe even more than I do.

I snickered whilst staring up at the ceiling. No one likes Louis more than I do.. no one.

All of a sudden, I heard a someone knock on my bedroom door. For like the 5th time ever since I've been home.

"Styles' residence, who goes there?"

"He's tall, handsome and single, of course."

I recognized the accent as soon as he started speaking. The smol lil shit.

"I didn't know that I was standing behind the door."

I could almost feel him roll his eyes before opening my bedroom door dramatically.

"Oh. It's you."
I said this with the straightest face a gay man's ever had, trying to seem disappointed.

"I'm wounded. You've wounded me."

Finally, I burst out laughing and he soon joined in. Not long after, we calmed ourselves down. His laughter is very contagious, I'll have you know.

"So why were you laughing?"

"I dunno, why were you laughing, Styles?"

"Because you're like 2ft tall, duh."

He looked so mad that I started to laugh again.

"Oi, you're lucky I like you. I would've dragged you down harder than I dragged that greasy sausage after calling me 'smol'."

That just made me laugh harder. He seemed to enjoy it, which was a plus.

"Greasy sausage? What??" I laughed, very confused.

"Eh, he was me old wrestling teacher. Said I couldn't wrestle for shit because I'm too short when we were picking who to fight."

"Oh..so, um. I'm guessing mum let you in?"

He smiled. God, I love that smile. I've loved it since I first saw it.

"Well of course. And by the way, brownies are downstairs on the counter. My treat, sweetcheeks."

"You know you didn't have to do that. Mum loves you."

"Wasn't just for your mum, Harold."

I cringed at the name. "Just Harry, please." He nodded, still amused.

"Anyways, thanks for the brownies, Lou."

"You're welcome, Just Harry."

"This means war, Tommo."
I threw a pillow at him, which of course he dodged.

"You're on, Styles."
He successfully threw a pillow at my face afterwards.

Cause of death: Louis Tomlinson

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