Old Friends? (A Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Chapter Seven.

I had taken myself to bed. I was depressed. Despite Louis’ boner over me, the morning had sucked. Louis and Eleanor had sex. On our sunbeds. Naturally, I ran off crying. And ended up here. In the pit of my bed. Waiting for Liam to bring me my cup of Yorkshire Tea. Because I said I felt sick. Like a wet blanket. Oh yeah, I’m so hardcore. Not. There was a light knock on my door.

“Who is it?” I croaked.

“It’s me.” Harry said, gently, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” I grunted, shoving my head under the duvet.

“I know why you’re really up here.” Harry said cheekily. Had the stupid, dopey looking elf cracked the code?

“Because you have a sex withdrawal.”

Obviously not. Ha. I’m actually laughing at myself… Thinking Harry had cracked it.

“What the fuck is that?” I asked.

“Well… You haven’t had sex for a while, so you see someone else having it and you naturally want some for yourself.” Harry explained, like he was educating me on the concept of breathing.

“Yeah… Um… I don’t have a sex withdrawal…” I said.

“Oh… Damn. I was sure I had nailed it.” He grumbled.

“Well… No, you haven’t.” I said, “Did you make that up?”

“Yeah… Could you tell?”

“Umm… Yes.”

“Damn… That one should stay in HarryTown…” Harry mumbled.

The things this kid came out with were hilarious.

“HarryTown… Sounds like a really bad, budget movie.” I said.

Harry laughed, “No… It’s actually a really cool place, and a heck of a town. We even have a spa.”

“Really? A spa?” I rolled my eyes.

Clearly Harry was not amused.

“It’s a shame you don’t have a sex withdrawal… Cos I talked to Ellie about me helping cure it.” Harry winked.

“EW! HARRY!” I shouted.

“I was interested to you know… get inside you.”

“HARRY!”

“Sorry… Sorry… Inappropriate!”

“Highly…” I sniffed.

Harry plonked himself down on the bed next to me. I pulled myself further under the duvet. Harry pulled the duvet off me.

“What’s got your goat then, buddy?” Harry said ruffling my hair. I growled.

“Nothing,” I grunted. I wasn’t lying. I didn’t own a goat, and therefore nobody could get it.

“Tell me… Please!” Harry whined.

“Why should I?” I whimpered.

“Aha! So there is something!” Harry said.

Oh well done. Do you want a cookie?

“Maybe.”

“Tell me. I won’t leave until you tell me.”

“When is Liam bringing my tea up? I’m a bit parched.” I said, sitting up.

“Tell me.”

“Fine,” I caved. Hey, don’t judge me. I gave into Harry. Who wouldn’t? And anyway, he was only going to beg me more if I didn’t tell him.