harry has been taking over my mind for three days. three agonizing days.
i can't make room for him in there! i have too many things to worry about already. the new season of orange is the new black comes on soon and i can't stand watching lesbian content so i have to find a way to pretend i've watched it so my friends don't hate me.
is harry my friend?
there he is again! he's always there. i've never felt this before. i've always been the guy people obsess over, i've never obsessed over anyone. i've learned the lesson to understand that it sucks based on all the times i've watched guy's cry after i tell them their grandma made hideous brocolli pie.
these past few days he's been ridiculously annoying. it's like he tries to get on my last nerve:
"louis? guess what kind of computer adele has."
scoff. "what?"
" a dell." *furious giggling*
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"louis? louise? lou-bear?"
"what?"
"what would you do if someone asked you for seven thousand dollars right now?"
"say no. why in the hell-"
"no- you mean: 'no, sorry, i'm a little short.' get it? because you're an elf?"
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"louis, what does this button do? why am i not aware of this technology?"
"that's the intercom, idiot."
"louis, your anal cream is ready in the pharmacy" *giggling* "...blumpkin." *even more giggling*
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do you see what i mean? no one has ever made me feel old or like i am the wet blanket of the group, but with him i feel like such a douche. i just can't help but feel angry towards him when he does things. even though i'd probably do most of the shit he does.
i feel something inside me just punch my stomach and anger releases whenever he does anything remotely annoying. i don't know why but i hate it, it makes me lose control of myself when it happens.
"why do you even have this job? you could be anything you want. you could be a vogue model, or a playboy bunny, for example." harry asked me from his opposite checkout line one wednesday afternoon.
"i have this job because i'm a seventeen year old senior-to-be with goals. being a bunny won't satisfy me, as cool as it sounds being surrounded by men with money all of the time." i answer. does he take me for a loser? i know i'm not a loser. my grades have always been amazing. after my messy freshman year, i realized i needed to kick my ass into gear and work harder because i want the college life bad and if that doesn't work out i don't know what i'd do because i need to leave this god forsaken town.
"oh, i see. a man with aspirations. what may some of those be, tomlinson? how many dicks you can fit in your mouth?" he chuckles at his joke. i don't see why it's funny. it really isn't. it was messily put together and the punchline wasn't even good.
"you're funny." i say. "did you ask me that question just so you could say that?"
"yes." he laughs loudly. louder than i've heard anybody laugh in my life, even niall. it's quite funny and i would never let a chance to make fun of him escape like this.
"oh my god, you laugh like a six year old girl." i laugh pretty hard.
"shut up, i'm enjoying myself. at least i don't take it up the ass." he tries to insult but fails miserably.
"that's no insult. you should be wishing you could take it up the ass, because it is is good." i begin to walk away.
"oh is it?" he smirks and hops over the small door connected to the checkout, following me to the bathroom. this may seem weird, but this is something we do quite a bit. he follows me to the bathroom as we discuss something and then i force him out before i pee or i refuse to piss while he's peeing, solely to avoid another piss ambush.
"yes, it is." i smile at him, opening the door to the bathroom and walking inside.
"why don't you show me sometime?" he winks, entering after me. my heart stops for some reason. the words he's speaking really effect me and i can't not feel the butterflies in my stomach at the thought of us being intimate. especially because it was brought up by him.
"you couldn't handle it." i respond smoothly, looking up at him and placing one hand of mind on his chest.
*long hot summer night by jimi hendrix plays*
"i think i could." he puts his hand gently over the one i have set on him and looks down, still faintly smiling.
"nope, you'd cream your pants at the first touch." i shake my head, he starts slowly moving us against the wall, moving our faces inches closer at a time.
"we'll just have to see then." he drags his hands down my body, grips my waistband and plays with it for a few seconds. his eyes never leave mine, looking at me with intent and curiosity.
his fingers glide to my belt buckle and begin to unbuckle my jeans, but before he does anything more, his hands stop and his mouth turns up.
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he stares into my eyes for a few seconds and leaves, the grin still plastered on his mouth.
