Five Degrees from Freezing - Larry Stylinson

Chapter iii - Ruby Red

Stone cold eyes shot daggers at the body in his bed. The sleeping man moved again, dragging the pillow with him. He was lying on top of the covers, which Louis was thankful for, but other than that, he was ready to murder. He stepped up to the side of the bed and looked down through the dim light. He pushed Harry's hair from his eyes and peered at him, a scowl on his face from both anger and tiredness. Harry had a faint smile on his lips. The plump pinkness curled up at the ends until a breath escaped from between them. Louis sighed and stood up straight, looking at the little room on his bed. He wondered if Zayn had told Harry to sleep there, and although he doubted that, it wasn't impossible. They didn't have a spare room, anyway. Louis marched around to the other side of the bed, deliberately making as much noise as he could, before sitting down on the mattress. He was surprised that Harry hadn't awoken, and after a quick glance back at him, Louis pulled his boxers off.

He slept naked, and that wasn't about to change because of some damn Prince in his room. He violently tugged the duvet from under Harry, making him whimper in his sleep, and pulled the heavy weight over himself. "What a damn brat you are.." He muttered, before closing his deep grey eyes.

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"Oi." A voice whispered. "Wake up."

Louis stirred and pulled the blanket over his shoulders. A heavy hand pulled it back and grabbed Louis' wrist. "Wake up." The voice said again, firmer than before.

Louis' eyes snapped open when he realised who the voice was coming from. "Touch me again and I'll kill you. I don't care if you're the Prince, I will fucking snap your neck."

The hand retreated, but the voice said, "It's time to get up."

Louis groaned and buried his face in the mattress, seeing as Harry had stolen his pillow, all while trying not to actually kill the brat there and then.

"I already told you, I wake up at three, and I'm pretty sure that it's not three pm right now." Louis snapped in his raspy morning voice. His arm came out and found Harry kneeling on the bed behind him. He pushed the man back but unfortunately, he didn't fall.

"Oi, Street-rat, I must get up."

Harry's voice sounded childish and annoying in Louis' ears, but he rolled on his back and glared at the man.

"Then get up." He growled. Harry looked back at him blankly, and Louis caught onto the message. "I am going to fucking kill you, you fucking damn brat, you can't do anything." He moaned, sitting up.

"Are you naked?" Harry suddenly asked, standing up from the bed.

Louis shot a dagger glance at him and tilted his head. "What's it got to do with you?" he said rudely.

"Nothing, it's just-" Despite the endless list of words Harry knew, he somehow didn't know how to end that sentence, so he didn't.

Louis rolled his eyes and pulled the duvet back. Harry snapped his eyes down to his feet forcefully. He waited for a while as he listened to the fumbling sounds of clothes being tossed around, and Louis' voice finally speaking up.