Harry thought being a superhero was more than cleaning up the bad guys mess. But he was wrong. It was a never ending circle with him and Deadpool. They argued, he would try and keep him down and the anti-hero would just make a mess of things.
It was...annoying to say the least.
Deadpool, Louis, was just plain annoying.
Sure, he has these eyes that made Harry feel like he was lost in an ocean. And sure, he stared at his bum more times than he cared to admit. But, he was annoying. And Harry hated him.
Okay maybe that's stretching the truth a bit, but he didn't like him. He couldn't like him. He's an anti-hero; he stands against everything Harry works for.
But it doesn't hurt to look from afar. At least, that's what Harry tells himself.
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Harry groans, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he continuously combs through his hair, trying to get the dreadful knots out. When it seems as if it's no use, he slips his hands behind his head and pulling it up into a messy bun.
A knock on his door echoes through the flat and Harry groans for possibly the umpteenth time. He walks out of the bathroom and towards the front door where the knocking has picked up persistently along with the ringing of his doorbell.
He opens the door to find Niall with one hand raised to the air and the other still pressing against the doorbell. The blonde stares at him sheepishly before pushing past Harry and throwing himself on the couch.
"Yeah sure, come on in." Harry mutters to himself. The blonde cackles and grabs a remote and turning on the television. Harry watches his best friend settle into the couch, flipping through the channels on his crappy television before throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"Why are you here?" He asks and Niall only shrugs his shoulders before turning his attention back to Britain's Next Top Model. Harry rolls his eyes but walks into the kitchen and opens his fridge. He pulls out two beers and closes it again, staring at the polaroid pictures on the door. Call him a hipster, he loved taking polaroid pictures.
He looks away and walks back to the living room, tossing the blonde a glass. Niall thanks him and goes back to watching the show. It's quiet for a few minutes, only the sound of a presenter whispering about golf on the channel Niall changed to. Harry drinks his beer slowly, leaning against the wall and staring at the opposite wall.
"So what's the deal with that Deadpool guy? Has he gotten into your pants yet?" Niall asks. Harry's so used to the blondes random burst he doesn't even react to the comment. He just takes another drink from his beer and shakes his head.
"Nope. We had quite the standoff last time. Until he got shot." Harry replies and Niall chuckles. He's glad he told his friend about his other life, it just makes this whole mess ten times easier. How else would he explain all the cuts and bruises he gets on a daily basis? Harry knows he's clumsy, just not that clumsy.
"Just admit you want him to fuck you." The blonde says. Harry rolls his eyes.
"What if I want to fuck him?" Harry asks and Niall lets out another cackle. The taller lad continuously wonders why he's friends with him.
"But you're such a bottom!" Niall chirps. Harry huffs and crosses his arms.
"Versatile..." He whispers as the blonde laughs again. He wipes away a fake tear and pretends to be dying of laughter. Harry rolls his eyes and moves to say something when he hears the small police radio in his bedroom go off in his room. Niall sees his change in demeanor and waves him off.
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reckless behavior ➶ larry
Fanfic[DISCONTINUED] Sure, he has these eyes that made Harry feel like he was lost in an ocean. And sure, he stared at his bum more times than he cared to admit. But, he was annoying. And Harry hated him. Okay maybe that's stretching the truth a bit, but...
