Harry sighed and got up from the couch. He sat there for at least three hours. Nick and Harry's family is late. He walked into his room and fell on his bed.
“What’s wrong with you?” A voice said causing Harry to jump. Harry looked and saw Louis on his computer. His eyes widened and jumped up and grabbed the laptop, closing it.
“W-what were you doing?” Harry asked. Louis gave him a confused face.
“I was reading your English essay, why?” Louis said.
“Nothing, just... Don't get on it if I'm not in the room. Actually, don’t get on it at all." Harry said and put it in his closet then locked it.
"Why are your deepest darkest secrets on their?" Louis teased. Harry froze.
“N-No, It’s just, I have some personal things on there.” Harry stuttered.
“What kinds of thin-”
“None of your business.” Harry snapped.
"Calm down princess, I was just asking." Louis teased, not amusing Harry.
“Don’t you think you should be getting home? Don’t your parents want to know where you are?” Louis shrugged.
“Eh, they really don’t care about what I do. Don’t really care about me, care more for my sisters how it should be.” Louis said.
“Oh, sorry.” Harry said looking at his picture of Gemma and him that was placed on his desk.
“It’s fine, I can take care of myself my sisters can’t, they’re too innocent.” Louis said, fondness laced through his voice.
“No brothers?” Harry asked.
“Two, but I have no fucking clue where the fuck they are, they both moved out as fast as they could.” Louis said, his eyes clouding over with hatred. “But with them gone and my parents not giving a fuck about what I do, I’m free to do whatever I want.” He said dragging out ‘whatever’.
“G-good for you?” Harry said, sounding like more of a question as Louis closed in on him.
“Yep, I can stay out late, throw parties when they aren’t home, hook up with who ever I want, not go home for days on end, so technically I could stay here for as long as I wanted if it would be okay with your mum, but let’s be honest I could charm my way into getting your mum to letting me stay here.” Louis said still walking towards Harry until his back was against the wall.
“W-why would you want too? You hate me remember.” Harry said and Louis smirked at him, putting his hands on Harry’s waist, pulling Harry into him.
“I don’t hate, which we already established. Ah, but I hate Nick Grimshaw and you see, I will do just about anything to get him angry and upset. And do you know what would make him the angriest and the most upset out of anything I could possibly do?” Louis asked, his lips brushing on the shell of the younger boy’s ear.
