Enemies || l.s.

1.3

Listen to Special Affair by The Internet. Cause that song is amazing.

Now enjoy this bad ass chapter written by me.

Harry's POV

Sneaking into his house wasn't the hardest thing to do, really. Considering his whole family share that trait of being incredibly deep sleepers--including him, you could basically walk through the front door, slam it extremely hard, perform a whole concert in the living room, and they'd sleep right through it.

It's simply the easiest thing to do.

So Harry just walk right up to the door, unlocked it with his keys (duh), and stepped right--

"Well shit, you're finally home."

To say that Harry was shook was an understatement.

A whole ripple of fear had washed throughout his body so fast, that the only thing that his brain could do in reaction is jerk his hand up, launching his keys across the room with a girlish shriek.

"Holy fuck!" Harry's sister doubled over in laughter, her nose scrunching up and bearing her teeth in the most adorable way. She clutches her stomach as she leans back, pointing at her younger brother, who honestly looks scared to death.

"Oh my god," she wheezes, wiping a tear from her eye. "if that wasn't the funniest thing...then I don't know what was!"

"I almost shit my pants." Harry deadpanned, removing his hand from the heart that he wasn't sure was still there (he did a lil 'pat pat'. It's there).

"No one told you to get scared so easily." She giggled, crossing her and over her chest. "Look at you, all blushy and shit. Didn't even do anything."

Harry wants to tell her that her scaring him wasn't the reason why he looks like this, but he decides not to, for that conversation can be for another day. Instead, he says, "I mean you did just pop out of nowhere. With the lights off in the living room and on in the foyer, it's pretty darn scary."

"Yeah, whatever, baby bro." She says with a wink, patting her brother on the back as she walks past him, and down the hall to her room. "Just making sure no killer clowns got to you, which they didn't. So, I'm off to bed."

Harry nodded, saying goodnight to Gemma before making his way to his room, which is across from his sister's.

When he quickly enters, he strips his oitside clothing off all the way to his boxers, and throws it to the corner of his room. He settles down in bed, covers feeling incredibly refreshing against his bare legs. It takes him a while to settle down under the covers, finding a perfect spot to rest his head on the pillow, and finally closing his eyes.

He dreams of a starry blue sky and feathery brown hair.

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POV CHANGE !

"Fuck," Louis sighs in school, watching as the teacher writes some nonsense about log bases and what not on the board. She starts talking, but it's taking everything in Louis not to just dose off, and zone out on something a lot more entertaining.

Like Harry.

His cute face. His curly hair. Hus cherub face that just looks so cute a scrunched up and adorable. 

His cute bum in tiny skirts.

His plump lips wrapped around his--

"Louis!"

His teacher's voice booms him back into reality, her crusty flats tapping along the tiles, waiting for him to give an answer to a question he didn't know.