High For Styles (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4 (Harry's POV)

Did Louis just urinate on me?

It takes me a few minutes before everything registers. I feel the warm liquid on my now soiled shirt. Yes. The man really did. It still amuses me how his mental age totally contradicted his supposed one. Being the oldest out of the band, you'd think he'd be more like Liam. But no. He was Louis fucking Tomlinson and he ain't sorry for it.

I go down and look for the carrot. Hmph. He's pretending to be asleep, eh? I shake him, but to no result. Louis's much heavier than he looked. He looked innocent when he was asleep. Not that it changes the amount of hatred I have for him right now.

"Man, what's up with your shirt?" Zayn brings a hand to cover his nose. "Louis was right. You stink, man."

"Ye should probably take a bath," Niall suggests. I take off the soiled shirt and toss it to Louis's face.

"It should stink, Zayn. That's urine." 

"It's not your urine isn't it?" Liam looks up from his phone.

"Can ye guys please stop using the word 'urine' it's freaking me out."

"It's his urine." I point at the carrot. Zayn bursts into laughter and Niall looked confused. Liam explains how Louis could have gotten upset cause I didn't want to get up so he urinated on me and after a little more of Liam's explanation, Niall finally got it. By the time Niall was laughing like he had never heard anything funnier, Zayn had already stopped.

"What are you going to do?" Liam asks.

"Take a piss at him. Seems reasonable." Zayn suggests and Niall continues laughing. The boy found everything funny. He'd probably find something to laugh about at a scary movie. Actually, this one time we were watching one of the sad chick flicks and Niall just found small things to laugh about.

"Nah! I'd get back at him some other way," As I head up the stairs, Liam gets the soiled shirt from Louis's face and puts it in the laundry basket. Why does he have to be so nice all the time? Getting urinated on is a million times worse than waking up with a urine shirt over your face.

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I finally knew what to do and proceed with my plan. As I go down the steps, I spy Louis rush to the back of the couch. I see the devil's awake. Time for operation revenge. That sounded lame, but really even I have to admit it's such a vicious plan.

I get a glass and fill it up with milk. I then take the plastic filled with crushed laxative pills from my pocket and drop them to the mouth of the milk container. Louis loves milk. No doubt he'll come charging for it once I vanish from the vicinity. I head up and imagine the outcome of this magnificent plan. Lou will be wanting to go to the loo in a bit. Too bad he'll be stuck and taped on a chair.

As I enter the room, I get the duct tape from the drawer and a tiny pair of scissors from my sewing kit. Don't laugh, sewing makes a man manlier. I set them on the floor, beside the wooden chair and go to the bathroom to wash up my urinated skin. 

A few minutes later, I hear a knock from outside. It must be Liam. Whenever Lou and I fight, he sends Liam to be his shield.

"Harry?" Niall knocks harder. 

"Come on in," I open the door. He then tells me how 'sorry' Louis is and stuff. Man, if he were sorry he would've come up here on his own and I would've easily forgiven him.

"Go down and pretend I accepted his apology."

"Im a terrible liar," Niall shakes his head. "Louis will know."

"I'll give you some of my brownies if you don't get caught." 

"The one you made last week?" Niall grins. Boy loves his food.

"Seems fair," Niall heads down first, and I follow him out of the room. Good thing Louis sent Niall. He'd do anything for food.

I see the boys cluttered down the steps and just as I felt invisible to them, Louis bumps into me. He looked shaken. "We have to talk," I say as I drag him to my room. By the look on his face, you could tell how horrified the boy was.

He should be.

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NOTE:

Sorry for taking so long to update. I also want to say thank you to those who have encouraged me to write. You literally don't know how much it means to me. This isn't my best chapter and I feel terrible for having you read this unpolished clump of text, but if I don't continue writing now, I don't think I ever will and that is why I have decided to continue writing. I don't think that made sense, but what I meant was it's always been a problem of mine to continue writing a story because every single time a good idea of another story pops into my head, I just want to focus on that, and that is probably the reason why I don't get to update much as I am giving all my attention to another story. The sad thing is, I've had many ideas for this story and they have all been washed away by the time wasted not putting them to paper. Hopefully, I break this habit and update more often. Rant over haha. Love you lots!

-Sam