Louis' POV
Well. This is awkward.
I'm sitting on the floor with a pot on my head staring at Harry.
Harry is crouched on the countertop staring at me.
Zayn's on the ceiling.
Bean's muttering about wankers.
Niall and Liam are nowhere to be found.
Confused? You should be.
Let me back up a little. . . .
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*Thirty minutes earlier*
I walked into the usual cacophonous morning symphony in the kitchen, scratching my arm absently. It had been a long night, and I was still exhausted.
I glanced at Harry, sitting shirtless at the counter, and my mind went filthy. Those abs. . . .that v-line. . . .damn, I wanted to do unspeakable things to that sex god in front of me-
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." Harry's amused voice cut in on my thoughts. I flushed. No bitch, that's MY line.
I glared at him, but his shit-eating grin didn't waver. His green eyes dared me to say something; what, I didn't know. This was the look of a man who was extremely proud of himself.
Heh. . . .not for long.
I broke eye contact and proceeded to fix myself breakfast, ignoring the looks I was getting from everyone else in the room.
Finished, I snuck around behind Haz and nibbled his ear, making him catch his breath. "See you later, Hazza," I whispered, then waltzed down the hall to my room, slamming the door.
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Zayn's POV
After Lou's dramatic exit, leaving poor Harry in a state of shock, Bean nudged my arm. "Are they always like that?"
I sighed. "Pretty much, just usually not as blatant." I stretched; my wings wanted to be set free.
She rolled her eyes. "They are both stupid. Everyone knows they like each other, why not just out with it?"
"I honestly have no idea why. That's just them, I guess." I shrugged. Bean noticed my fidgeting, and winked at me.
"Go. Stretch. I'll cover for you."
I barely had time to thank her before I was out the door, into the alley behind the flat. I shrugged off my jacket and snapped open my wings, pushing off the ground in a flood of exhilaration at the feeling of flight.
If only I had seen the small figure in the window, watching with open mouth as I ascended towards the heavens.
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There. I hope you're happy now. This is probably the shortest chapter I have ever written, and possibly the worst too. SO. MUCH. WRITERS BLOCK!!!!!
Hmph.
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