Harry and Louis aren't together. Harry is just rude, possessive and a little too rough
In which Louis always hates Harry for the way he treats him, until he doesn't
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"Stop" Louis whimpered
"No" Harry replied simply
"They're my favourites" Louis sniffed, wiping his eyes to try an prevent the tears from flowing as he tried to snatch the toys from Harry's hands
"They're ugly Lou, you're not allowed to play with them" Harry told him, throwing the last toy from the pile into a bag
"I like them" Louis let out a small sobbing noise and Harry groaned
"Oh god you're not crying again are you?" He asked and Louis shook his head quickly "You are! You're such a baby"
"I'm not" Louis protested, still sobbing
"Stop crying!" Harry snapped
"I can't" Louis told him, covering his mouth with his small hands to try and prevent the noises of sadness emitting from his lips
"Five year olds don't cry" Harry told him
Louis tried his hardest to stop, he really did. But Harry was always so mean to him
Yesterday he'd made Louis stop eating sweets and now he was taking away all of his favourite toys
"Louis" The older, by a mere two years, boy sighed "I'll give you cool toys instead"
"I don't want your cool toys. I want my cool toys" Louis argued, stomping his foot
"Don't stamp at me" Harry pouted angrily, making Louis cry louder "Stop crying!"
Harry looked around the room anxiously, surely Louis' parents would come upstairs if they heard him crying
"Louis" Harry said softly "You can maybe have one of the toys" he sighed, taking one out of the bag and holding it out to him
"Really?" Louis looked up happily
"I suppose" Harry shrugged
"Thanks!" Louis squealed in delight, grabbing the toy from Harry's hands and hugging it tightly
"It's still not a cool toy" Harry rolled his eyes
"Then why did you want it?" Louis asked
"I wanted to throw it away" Harry told him "You're only allowed to play with what I tell you"
"Why?" Louis questioned
"Because you're mine" Harry stated "My Louis"he smiled, petting Louis' hair softly
"Harry I'm not a cat" Louis giggled
Harry giggled, shaking his head
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"That's mine, give it back!" An older boy shouted at Louis
"No it's not" Louis told him in confusion
He'd picked up one of the school football's from the ground and now a boy from Harry's class, an eight year old, wanted to have it
"Give it to me" He shouted, pushing Louis a little so he stumbled
"Hey that hurt my tummy" Louis whined, rubbing his tummy softly
"Good!" The boy teased
Louis backed away a little but the older boy grabbed him by the wrist
"I want to play with the ball" He shouted at Louis
"No! You're being mean" Louis pouted
"I don't care. I want it" The boy told him, grabbing the ball from him grasp
Louis whimpered, bottom lip jutting out at the loss of his newfound ball
"Give it back to him" A voice was heard and both children turned around to an angry looking Harry
The boy with the ball shook his head, not giving the ball back to Louis
"I said give it back to him Arthur" Harry shouted
"No" Arthur told Harry, holding the ball protectively
"If you don't then I'll take your crayons and snap them" Harry told him
The boy gasped loudly and handed the ball back to Louis before running away quickly
Louis watched the boy run before turning back to Harry in awe
Harry had helped him
"Thank you Hazzy-" Louis was cut off when Harry shoved him over
Louis fell to the floor, pouting up at Harry who seemed to be towering over him
"Don't be a baby next time" Harry shouted at Louis
He was suspended the next day
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Harry had lived next door to Louis for as long as Louis could remember
The boy had always seemed to be tormenting him but he wouldn't allow anyone else to be mean to Louis
He'd only be nice to Louis if the younger boy listened to him and did as he said
"What are you doing Harry?" Louis asked when Harry picked up the scissors from his desk, opening and closing them for effect
"Cutting your hair" Harry told him
Louis gasped "But you're not a hair dresser!" he squeaked
"So?" Harry grinned mischievously
"You'll mess it up! Mummy will get mad" Louis shrieked, backing away "You'll make me bald"
"I won't make you bald Louis" Harry laughed
"Why does it have to be cut?" Louis asked
"Because I don't like it" Harry stated
Louis looked down sadly "Why? Isn't it pretty"
"No Louis it's ugly. It makes you look ugly" Harry told him
"I'm ugly?" Louis repeated, bottom lip wobbling
"Yes" Harry told him and Louis swallowed a sob
"I don't want to be ugly" Louis told him
"Sorry Louis. It's not your fault that you're ugly" Harry said softly
"I don't want a hair cut" Louis shook his head when Harry came closer "No Harry!" he shouted
Harry's eyebrows shot up once Louis started to shout "Louis! Stop shouting or I'll tell your mum that you got my shoes muddy yesterday"
"You promised you wouldn't" Louis folded his arms "It was an accident Harry, don't tell her" Louis pouted
"Only if we make a deal" Harry smiled cheekily
"Okay" Louis said quickly "Don't tell her, she'll be cross"
"You have to make a pinky promise Lou" Harry told him
"Okay" Louis agreed, sticking out his little finger so that Harry could link it with his own
"You have to always listen to me" Harry started and Louis nodded "You have to share your toys and sweets" Harry added "And you have to not be friends with people I don't like"
"Okay" Louis nodded before frowning "Wait..are you going to eat all my sweets? Even my gummy bears?"
Harry laughed, linking his pinky finger to Louis' "Not all of them" he promised
Louis sighed in relief
"One more thing" Harry said suddenly "You have to promise to be mine forever"
"Okay Harry. You're my best friend too" Louis told him
"Good" Harry smiled
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FanfictionHarry and Louis aren't together. Harry is just rude, possessive and a little too rough; Louis has always hated Harry for the way that he treats him, until he doesn't (amazing cover by the lovely @larryent)
