Chapter 10.
Well, happy, huh?
TOMORROW'S CHRISTMAS EVE AND IT'S LOUIS' BIRTHDAY AND I THINK I AM DYING OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!
On twitter, I am followed by people that seem weird to me, to be honest. Ah, who cares?
We're around half of the book finished ... a little less, to be honest.
We are close to Larry.
Not in this chapter, but close.
I ate Chinese yesterday and still have something! Yay! I love Chinese Food!
Okay, I'll stop boring you.
Enjoy!
He would be the death of him. Definitely. Louis Tomlinson was slowly killing Harry.
The boy was just too perfect! He was all Harry could wish for. And he was changing Harry, he knew it.
Take yesterday for an example. Right after Louis had disappeared, Anna had come back to Harry and has asked if he really didn't want to go partying.
He has told her that he felt tired and that he wanted to stay home. She then had said that it had been a long time sinde Harry had hooked up the last time, and she was right. The whole time since he knew Louis he was trying to make Louis want him instead of partying and hooking up.
He knew it, but he didn't change it. He felt something for Louis that he had never felt for anyone before. He wanted to protect Louis even though the boy was just a very little shorter than him (A/N: Just in case you didn't notice, Louis is taller in this Fanfic than in real life) and wanted to make him smile and anything.
So Harry had told Anna that he really didn't want to go, and had told her that he was maybe looking for something permanent, and she had looked at him as if he was insane and told her that he would travel to the sun.
But he couldn't even give a flying fuck.
So, later that day, after lunch, he and Louis went to the pool and started to play volleyball in the water.
Harry cursed himself for it. Everytime the ball was a little to high, Louis would jump out of the water to pitch it back. And Harry hated that because he would see how Louis' defined muscles worked under his tan skin, and the water running down his toned chest wasn't helping either.
Harry wasn't paying attention, so it was no miracle that the ball hit his head and he went underwater for a few seconds before returning to the surface and gasping for air while Louis laughed his brains out.
"Not funny!" Harry complained.
"Oh, definitely funny! You shouldn't be dreaming around but pay attention to the game, dreamy-head!" Louis replied still laughing.
"Whatever, Kitty."
Louis pouted at the nickname and bit his lip to stop himself from smiling, but he didn't really succeed. Harry just wanted to lung forward and kiss the perfect boy, making him his.
Harry felt the slightest bit aroused by Louis and his sexyness (A/N: is that a word?) and he suddenly felt how his swimming trunks got uncomfortably tighter.
Oh, perfect, Harry groaned in thoughts.
"Err, I gotta go to the toilet," he said and ran out of the pool, quickly to the restrooms so no-one would see him.
He locked one of the cabins and sat down on the toilet, pulling his wet swimming trunks down.
~Le Time Skip~
Harry returned to the pool to see Louis with one of the bitches - Taylor. She had been after Louis ever since he had been transferred to their school, and it made Harry's blood boil.
But, much to his relief, Louis didn't seem happy with the skinny girl in the pool and her tiny red bikini. Harry would've probably found that attractive if he wasn't after Louis. Right now, he only found it disgusting.
"Hey, Kitty!" he called.
Louis quickly jumped out of the pool and ran into Harry's arms, nuzzling his face in Harry's toned chest. Harry wrapped his arms around his friend.
"What's up, Kitty?"
"She's annoying! She doesn't understand that I want her to go away from me! And she's looking like a slutty whore!"
"Hey, bitch!" Harry yelled at Taylor. "Could you please let him alone? He doesn't like you! And he isn't the only one at that point!"
Louis smiled and stayed in Harry's arms. He listened to his heartbeat and wondered how it would be. Having a Heartbeat.
"Let's go inside, huh?" Harry suggested and together they went back to their room.
~Another Time Skip~
Later that day Louis and Harry sat on the couch in their room. They were the only ones who stayed behind, but they didn't mind.
"Dinner was disgusting," Louis said and tried to wipe the taste off of his tongue by brushing his teeth for the fifth time.
"I don't wanna know what that was," Harry agreed. "Let's order Chinese!"
A little while later they were seated on the couch again with rice and noodles and chicken and their laptops, reading fanfiction on the internet.
"You know what I don't understand?" Louis said and swallowed a fork of rice. "Why are they all described with orbs? I've never seen orbs on a human, to be honest."
Harry laughed at that beforehe turned his attention back to the fanfiction he was reading right now. And at one part he groaned.
"Louis, listen here. His manhood entered my womanhood."
Louis began to laugh - a sound that seemed to be like bells and would make angels jealous - and fell from the sofa.
"How can someone write something like that?" he asked. "I mean, when they have to write something like that, they can at least write it properly, huh?"
Harry shut his and Louis' laptops and put them on the small table before he jumped at Louis and tackled him to the ground. He straddled his hips and wrapped his hands around Louis' wrists, holding him down. Their faces were only an inch apart, lips parted, eyes flickering between eyes and lips. Their breaths molded into one another and they watched each other, waiting for the other boy to pull away.
But that moment never came.
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And with that, I'm gonna leave you.
Okay, now I'll tell you. NEXT CHAPTER LARRY!
Question, what do you think about Louis' nickname "Kitty"?
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