My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

XVIV. Louis

Hello, Feathers! (I'm calling y'all that from now on. Hope ya don't mind)

Dedication to Harry Styles because my baby cupcake is turning twenty-three!

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"Harry!" I barged inside his house without thinking. I stomped inside without knocking the door as if it was my house. I didn't even care anymore, I was so angry. Hell, I was fuming; smoke was coming out of my ears and nostrils, and I couldn't care less.

What the heck was Harry thinking about, skipping school with out telling me--his beloved almost-boyfriend? He didn't even mention it before or text me and I was crazy mad at him for that.

I heard some snores from upstairs and stepped to the living room. I saw a note stuck on the fridge and it read,

"Breakfast is on the table. Can't wake you up because *dead of cuteness*.
-Gemma & mum"

"Huh, if only my mum and sisters are this nice. They'd wake me up with either freezing water or boiling one," I muttered as I stormed upstairs after slamming the front door closed.

I looked around, shrugging and opening the first door that I saw. No one was inside, so I opened the door beside it. It went on like that until the very last door and inside was my Harry cuddling Liam.

My hands really itched, wanting to throw stuffs at Liam and Harry. Sure, I shouldn't be this jealous over something so small, but I was and I knew exactly why.

Flashback - Third Person

Louis was looking around worriedly in his science class, eyes searching for a certain curly and brown-haired lad. He sighed when he didn't find his crush once again. His eyes stayed at the door, making sure to see everyone that got inside and outside the classroom.

"Hey, I'm Nick," the guy beside him said once Louis sat back down. Louis just glanced at the boy for a mili second before his eyes were focused on the door again.

"Hi, Nick, I'm not interested," was Louis' beautiful and inspirational reply.

Nick looked dumbfounded for a moment before he regained his composure and replied with, "Yeah, I know. You're dating Harry Styles, aren't you?"

Louis looked at Nick-boy again, giving him a small glare because he was distracting him from sending a  telepathy message to Harry. "I'm working on it."

"Nice. You should know that he's the type to play around, actually. You know, just in case." Nick gave him a smirk-y grin--if that was possible.

Louis' glare hardened even more and it would've been scary if he wasn't 2'11 feet tall. "In case you didn't know, Nick, I've known Harry for a long time and I remember his schedule from twelve A.M. until twelve A.M. in a day, more than he does. Now, would you mind shutting up? Your not-so-melodic voice is hurting my ears."

"Sure, man. You gotta know though, he's probably at home right now, cuddling with his best friend or something after some many rounds of doing the dirty," Nick warned, and it actually made Louis a bit shaken (shook).

Louis rolled his eyes, though. "How old are you, scared of saying sex?"

End of Flashback

And okay, this might not mean that the two boys cuddling had just had sex or something like that--after all they were still using their clothes--but I couldn't care less!

They are cuddling. I hate everyone who cuddled with Harry. Cuddling with Harry is a sin, unless you are Louis. If you cuddle with Harry, you must be killed.

With those thoughts cuddling his mind, I approached the bed slowly. "What are you doing, sleeping at two P.M.?" I asked really loudly, making them both jump from the bed a little. They opened their eyes instantly and looked at me. I gave a glare in response to their questioning glances.

"Liam. Out." I demanded. I glared at Liam, and if looks could kill, he would be in a condition worse than death at the time. Liam raised his hands in surrender and fast-walked outside.

Harry sat up. "What's up with you, hedgehog? Why the angry face?" he asked with an innocent smile, as if he was enjoying seeing me like this.

"Why were you cuddling with him?" I asked, straight to the point. Harry smiled wider and I gave him a blank face. "What is so funny?"

Harry was full on grinning right now and my blank face was slowly turning into a mix of an angry and confused face. "Lou, dear. Liam came home last night crying and told me some private stuff. I decided to let him stay and we just cuddled. Nothing big or sexual, why? What's wrong?"

"Ugh," I huffed. "You didn't tell me you were skipping school. I spent hours staring at the door just waiting for you to come in and now my eyes hurt. This is all your fault." I crossed my arms.

"God, come here," Harry said all of a sudden, opening his arms for me. Hesitantly, I walked to him and let my head fall to his chest. "You look so cute when you're jealous."

I pushed him away slightly and stood back up. "I'm not jealous," I protested, crossing my arms and pouting slightly.

"Sure, whatever you say, Lou. Anyways, I didn't tell you because I was asleep the whole day until you wake both of us up." Harry smiled fondly at his little hedgehog.

"Okay, whatever you frog. Let's go downstairs and eat. I want to eat, I'm hungry," I said, tugging on his hand. Harry nodded and stood up, and only then did I realize, he was only wearing a pair of underwear.

A part of my body got a little hard.

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-J. x