My heart beats faster as I look at Harry's hand on my wrist. It beats even faster as I think of what Harry has planned for me. Does he really think I buy this whole I-want-to-talk-to-you-in-a-calm-manner act? Damn Styles. It's either you really can't act or you're just damn transparent. Whatever. Time to strategize a way out.
"Umm Harry? Can I go to the bathroom for a bit?"
"Don't worry, we're not gonna take long," he whispers softly.
"Fine," I say as I shut the door behind me. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Sit here." he orders. I follow him and sit on the chair. We stay in agreed silence for a few minutes. For the mean time, I turn my attention to my naked feet. However, this does not last long. I try to avoid him, but my peripheral vision begs to differ. Why does he have to sit there looking so hot and yummy? I am going to sue Anne for giving birth to a perfect child. It really isn't fair.
"Why did you have to do that?"
"Do what?" I laugh hysterically. I did warn him I'd pee on him if he didn't get out of the bed. Not my fault he didn't get the fucking message. "I'm going to the loo for a bit, yeah?"
"Don't play dumb with me," he mumbles between snickers. I, being the queen that I am, proceed to the toilet anyway. Just as I'm about to open the door, he pushes me to the wall adjacent to the bathroom entrance and just when I thought he wanted to kiss me, he pulls down his pants. Oh. God. I am certainly not ready for this. I know I always pray for this to happen but I don't really want to if I'm not sure he's a hundred percent as hyped for this as I am. I've seen Harry naked tons of times, but never this close. I don't know why, but I close my eyes and put my hands over them. Why am I being such a girl? If this happened another day, I would've jump for the crown jewel as soon as I could.
"Never mind," I hear him zip his pants up. "I'll pee on you some other day." he goes out of the room and I hear him go out of the house.
What the actual fuck. Here I was, assuming he wanted my body. When all along, it had been a pigment of my imagination. Harry Styes did not want to kiss you. Harry Styles does not think of you. Harry Styles is not gay. You are, Louis. He's not.
And he'll never be.
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High For Styles (Larry Stylinson)
Fanfiction"Larry Stylinson" didn't sound stupid to Louis Tomlinson... it just made him do stupid things. LIST OF STUPID THINGS I'VE DONE SO FAR 1. staring at Harry while he is unconscious (or not, doesn't really matter) 2. plotting a way to be in one room wit...
