The Impending Doom of Neighbours (Stylinson)

Lazarus {2}

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Louis tiptoed into his room quietly, shutting the door softly as he listened for any noise around his house

"Well you're home late" Harry said with raised eyebrows

"Christ!" Louis jumped, turning around to see Harry laid on his bed "What on god's name are you doing" he whisper shouted

"Waiting for you" Harry told him with a shrug, sitting up so that he could face Louis properly

"For what?" Louis asked

"So I knew when you got back" Harry answered

"Okay well I'm back, so go away to wherever you live" Louis told him, his words slurred slightly

"Back from where?" Harry asked "Are you...okay?"

"Back from none of your business" Louis sassed, folding his arms across his chest. He said the words seriously but after a couple of seconds he burst into a fit of giggles

"Where were you Louis, you've been gone for hours" Harry questioned, standing up and slowly making his way towards Louis

"I don't have to answer that" Louis huffed, stepping backwards "You don't have to know everything about my personal life"

"Yes" Harry snapped "Yes I do" he frowned, stepping closer

"I'm tired" Louis said quickly, backing up against the door "Can I just go to sleep?" he asked, his voice softer and a little afraid of Harry's angry stare "I'm sleeeepy"

"No, you can go to sleep when you've answered me" Harry demanded "Where. Were. You" he asked again, pausing between every word

"Just out" Louis told him "Taking a breather"

"Don't test me Louis" Harry warned

Louis tried to push past him, only making Harry grab him by the shoulders and pin him against the wall

"You can't" Louis spluttered helplessly "You can't bloody control me"

"Really?" Harry questioned with a smirk "Looks like pretty in control to me"

"Stop" Louis said firmly "I mean it Harry, stop" he tried to wiggle away

Harry raised his eyebrows at Louis, almost daring the boy to argue with him. He leaned in to Louis slightly, realising that he smelt different

He smelt more like Harry

"Don't look at me like I'm in the wrong" Louis huffed at him "You have no right to be here, or to ask me questions, or to back me in to a corner" Louis told the boy "Just let me go to bed" he stomped his foot and Harry furrowed his eyebrows

Something was off

Harry let go of him with a sigh and Louis frowned not expecting Harry to actually listen "Well? Go on then. Get in to bed" Harry said

Louis furrowed his brows, eyeing the boy suspiciously before walking over to his wardrobe and pulling out a rather large T-shirt and some jogging bottoms to change in to

"M'not looking" Harry told him, still facing the door

Louis didn't trust him, he thought that Harry would peak just to anger Louis, or maybe he would do something even worse like throw Louis' clothes out of the window. The boy was unpredictable

After a couple of seconds of Harry not turning around, Louis decided to take his chances and just get dressed

He quickly took off his shirt and skinny jeans, stumbling a little as e tried to pull his feet out of the tight material before tossing them to the side lazily. He began throwing on the clothes that he'd pulled out of his wardrobe, just a plain white T-shirt which was far too big for him