Bad to the Bone // larry 90's au

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Scene 30 - harry? what the fuck are you doing in my bathroom? Tomlinson-Johnson house. 2:13 am. Santa Cruz, California.

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I slept through the day. It may have been because I was a coward and didn't want to face my doubts about Harry, or it was because I was so happy about Harry that I didn't feel like I needed a distraction.

When I woke up it was around two 'o clock, which means I slept for nine hours. My brain was fuzzy and my bones were heavy.

But, I stood up from my spot on the bunk bed nonetheless. I smelled horrible, when was the last time I showered? My god.

I felt sticky and sweaty from my nap and my eyes felt crusty. But, I didn't feel like taking a shower. So I walked to the bathroom and ran myself a bath.

I took my clothes off and looked at myself in the mirror for a second. I was so small, it frustrated me.

I just need to work out more. My biceps are nice but they're not where I want them.

I sighed before slipping into the warm bath. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on the side of the abnormally large tub. The feeling is almost like the euphoria of marijuana. My limbs are heavy, head clouded. The water makes the feeling even more odd.

"Louis?" I hear a deep voice question. I jump, splashing water around. My mind goes into attack mode and the first thing I can think of doing is throwing water at the stranger.

"Louis!" They yell in a whisper shout. "It's Harry."

I calm down but tuck my knees into my chest to guard my body from his gaze. "Harry? What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?"

"I wanted to see you. I assumed you were taking a shit or something, I don't know." I notice he's stumbling a little bit, and his eyes are lazy.

"I'm in the bath, Harry." I say, trying to point out to him that it's extremely weird that he's in here right now.

"So? I've seen you naked before." He answers, sitting down on the toilet. He's wearing black skinny jeans, a grey and black hoodie and black vans. Looks like my ideal outfit, honestly. We're some evil looking people.

"No you haven't." I roll my eyes, still holding my knees to my chest to somewhat cover up.

"Whatever." He picks at his nails. "You should hurry up because I'm bored."

"Or you could join?" I joke, chuckling. I know he would never take up the offer.

"Okay." He says and kicks off his shoes. He's starting to take off his shirt and the fern on his lower abdomen is starting to show when I interrupt him.

"I was kidding! Don't. Just, turn around and let me dry off." I say shyly.

Harry pouts but turns around anyway. "I don't think you realize how much I'm dying to turn around right now. For two reasons. Because I really want to piss you off right now." He laughs.

"Don't." I mumble, hurrying to run my joggers up my legs so Harry doesn't have the chance to peek at me. "What's the other reason?"

"I won't." He answers, patiently waiting for me. "But also because I really feel like giving Big Jim and the Twins a bath."