@Louis_Tomlinson: party this weekend, if you're cool, go. if you're @Harry_Styles stay home
in reply to Louis @Harry_Styles: you're an asshole you know that right
in reply to Harry @Louis_Tomlinson: yeah. an asshole that you undeniably want.
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Louis grinned down at the copies in his hands. Zayn whistled and stacked another pile onto the table beside Louis.
"I may need to get my eyes bleached, and I'm pretty sure my homie won't be talking to me for a bit so you owe me!" Zayn points out.
"How?" Louis asks, his excitement growing.
"Remember how I had that one month job?"
"Selling weed?"
"No! Before that,"
"Oh at the copy place?"
"Yeah! Well I met this kid there and he's a regular so I just exchanged a bit of grams for these, they're grade A copies, even laminated too!"
"Fuck yeah!!" Louis says happily.
"Now what?" Zayn asks.
Louis ignored him and was already pulling out his phone.
Louis_Tomlinson: hey
Harry_Styles: ugh wait ima block u. ur useless.
Louis_Tomlinson: WAIT.
Harry_Styles: what?
Louis_Tomlinson: I'll hook you up with zayns baee
Harry_Styles: really?
Louis_Tomlinson: yeahhh:)
Harry_Styles: wicked. When? Where?
Louis_Tomlinson: up 2 u.
Harry_Styles: my house, tonight.
Louis_Tomlinson: alright we'll be there.
Harry_Styles: we?
Louis_Tomlinson: yuh dummy. Me and him.
Harry_Styles: why u
Louis_Tomlinson: bc fuck u thats why .
Wait.
Harry_Styles: tf now?
Louis_Tomlinson: why him. Why not me?
Harry_Styles: because I don't like you?
Louis_Tomlinson: but- nvm Bye.
Zayn laughed into his hand. "I can't believe this is happening!"
"Well believe it," Louis said, he rolled his eyes. "Forget his ugly ass attitude. I'm done."
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Harry paced around in his room. Liam lounged in his bed. "Alright leave,"
"What? Why?" Liam asked surprised.
"Because, I don't quite fancy the idea of you being here when I fuck someone," Harry states bluntly.
Liam groaned, he grabbed his bookbag and stood up. "A simple, please would have sufficed,"
"Out!" Harry exclaims.
He then proceeds to spend the next hour , getting ready, because hey, if the guy had a nice bum who knows what he could look like .
At 8; the door bell rings.
At 8:02 Harry opens it. He sees Louis, he pushes Louis aside and when he doesn't see anyone behind him, he scowls. "What the fuck?" He demands. .
Louis only smiles. "Hi!"
"What the fuck? Where's Will?"
Louis' smile only grows. "Hi!"
Harry looks at him, and then-,
"I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU." he screams, Louis sidesteps around him and holds his hands up in defense.
"Hear me out," Louis says.
Harry's fists curl up, his arms tighten, and his eyes turn a fiery green. Louis gulps, already feeling nervous, but he couldnt let Harry know that.
"I'm BigBumXox," Harry grabs him by the waist, pushing him hard against the wall. Louis whimpers.
"LET GO OF ME OR I TELL ZAYN TO START POSTING," Louis yells.
"Post what?" Harry demands. He lets Louis go, and slams his hand against the wall beside his head.
"Zayn is currently in the school- don't ask how, with roles of tape and 500 copies of screenshots of you to me, claiming how much you wanna fuck me," Louis' lips curl up into a mischievous smile.
"You're kidding," Harry pales.
Louis laughs, "Nope!" He brings out his phone, messages to Zayn up. "Send the okay," the last message from him.
"I don't believe you," Harry exclaims.
Louis hums, and pressed at his phone. Harry felt his vibrate in his pocket. He looked and sure enough, Louis had sent photos of the copies of his screenshots. "What makes you think I won't pound your shit face in, and Get those?"
"Because you won't," Louis points out.
Harry feels like screaming. "What do you want?"
Louis tilts his head. He flutters his eyelashes. Biting his lower lip he sighs.
"Why aren't I enough?" He asks, surprising himself and Harry.
"What?"
"Why! Why would you so gladly fuck this other person, but not me?"
"I don't like you! Why can't you see that!" Harry yells in anguish.
"BUT WHY!" Louis demands.
"Just 'cause," Harry shrugs.
"Tell me or I tell Zayn," Louis insists.
"Want to know why? Because you're a little twink who doesn't know their place," Harry says, he stands up and pushed Louis against the wall. "You think you can run your mouth and get what you want, and you can't. You're a prick. You haven't left me alone in two years and I fucking hate everything that has to do with you, but-" and Harry's so close Louis can count each of his eyelashes. "I'm still really fucking horny, so I guess you'll have to do," and Harry presses his lips hotly against Louis'.
"No," Louis pushes him away.
"What?" Harry asks confusedly.
"I said no. Fuck you Harry." And Louis sends the okay do it now to Zayn. Louis smiled proudly. "I guess this stinky ass doesn't want you anymore,"
