Fight Me Bitch

Chapter 22

       “Oh God!”

          “Damn baby, so fucking tight!”

          “Zayn please just- Mmm! Fuck, put it in!”

          Zayn licked around Niall’s entrance. “Holy shit! PLEASE!”

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          “Hello!”

          “Niall? Hey.”

          “Mm-hey. What do you want?”

          “Uh, well it’s our day off… I was wondering if maybe-“

          “Yes! Oh God yes!”

          “What? I didn’t even finish what I was saying! I’m asking if you wanted to chill?”

          “Ugh, deeper- fuck Zayn!”

“OH MY GOD! NIALL ARE YOU HAVING SEX! OH MY-“

          “Right there! Right there!”

          Louis made a gagging sound, “you need Jesus!”

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          Louis sat on his couch in a huff. What was he suppose to do? He crossed his arms with a pout; this was all Harry’s fault.

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          “Louis!”

          Louis jogged into the bathroom, “yeah babe?”

          “Uh, we gotta talk.”

          “More!” Louis groaned and sat on the toilet seat, “didn’t we just finish talking, what happened to us making up?” Harry stuck his wet head out of the shower and smiled, “no love, about something else.” Louis face turned stern, “what?” “Well…” Harry turned off the shower, Louis stood and handed him a towel.

          “I’m leaving tomorrow morning…” Louis twisted his head as he followed Harry’s wet body out of the bathroom.

          “What do you mean?”

          “Uh,” Harry dried his hair as Louis took a seat on the bed. “I’m going to visit my sister until Tuesday.” Louis’ eyes grew, “oh.”

“Yeah, but no worries. I’ll be back.” Louis nodded and looked down at his hands. Harry was leaving? It was to see his sister, but it really bugged Louis.

          “Hey,” Harry wrapped the towel around his lower half. He bent down in front of his boyfriend, “hey. I’m coming back, promise.” Louis pouted, “in 5 days!”

“My sister wanted me to visit Lou, what do you want me to do?”

“I know… fine. I’ll go visit my mom!” Harry chuckled and stood, “boo, this isn’t a competition?”

“I know, but since you’re going to see family so will I.”

“You know, I have a cell phone?”

 “Yeah, I know.”

“Okay then there shouldn’t be a problem.”

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          But no, Louis didn’t want to go home. He never wants to visit home, his mom always pesters him about this and about that and about marriage. He doesn’t have time to think about those things, he’s still young. He could visit the girls? Louis laid on his couch miserably.