"Oh, shut up, Harry!" Louis exclaims as the curly-haired boy rambles on about his girlfriend. The girl's name is Faye Akers, a blonde girl with a habit of cheating. Harry frowns, "I'm allowed to talk about my lovely girlfriend!" He exclaims. Louis rolls his eyes, tired of the lovesick boy.
Louis admits, he adores the curly-haired boy. His green eyes and his pretty smile. Sadly, the boy is straight and in a relationship with Faye. Louis despises Faye, having her being known to sleep around. No, he doesn't slut shame, he just doesn't like that Harry is dating a girl who is known to cheat. Okay, okay, Louis likes him. A lot.
Faye giggles at something Harry says, flipping her blonde hair. Obnoxiously chewing her gum, she lets out a squeal. Harry smirks, having his hand on her ass. "We're in public," Louis snorts, causing Harry to shrug. "So? If people don't like it, they can screw off." The green-eyed boy says, casually. "It's disgusting." The shorter boy snaps. Harry's eyes widen, practically dropping the girl. "I - I'm sorry, Lou." Harry says, blushing. Louis just sighs; angry with the lad. "I'm just sick of it," Louis finally says. "Sick of what?" Harry asks, genuinely confused. "Her." The brunette says with sass, and walks away.
"Wow, he's rude." Faye comments. "Shut up, Faye." Harry snaps, and runs after his friend. "Louis, wait!" The curly-haired boy calls after the upset boy. He knows he shouldn't be so upset, but he is. Louis turns around with an annoyed look on his pretty face.
"L - Lou..." Harry pants, finally catching up to the small yet fast boy. "What?" Louis says, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sorry!" The younger boy exclaims, and hugs the older boy tight. Louis blushes, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" He asks.
"Not anymore," Harry says and kisses Louis.
