"Is it because you stutter? Listen, I read that speech and it was fucking amazing." Louis said, playing with the rings of Harry's curly hair. "It's just-I don't know, Lou. I mess up everything. I had the perfect set-up but it all went down the drain as soon as I saw all those people. I started thinking about them making fun of me afterwards and I just couldn't do it." Harry finished with a huff, staring down at the beautiful boy next to him.
"You know what? Let's not think about them right now. And Like I've said, I won't let anyone hurt you. I have kind of an image at school, I'd like to see anybody try and come close to you." Louis said, getting a hint of anger in his sky blue orbs that Harry had never seen before. "Thanks, Louis. I don't know where I would be without you." Harry said, scooting closer to the boy and putting his head on Louis' shoulder.
Secretly, well, at least secretly in Harry's case, both of the boys wanted the moment to last forever. But of course, it's not always like that. "Hey Haz?' Louis asked, leading to Harry humming in a response.
"Do you wanna help me dye my hair?" Louis asked sweetly, and Harry's head popped up in surprise. "Oh my god really? Yes!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up from his spot on the couch.
"Okay, come with me." And with that, Louis grabbed Harry's hand and led him into the bathroom. Louis quickly washed his hair in the sink before sitting on a chair, giving Harry instructions on where the dye was. Harry found it with ease, and before long, Harry was massaging the red dye into the shorter boy's scalp.
Louis closed his eyes, humming to himself. "Feel good?" Harry asked, rinsing the red off of his hands before carefully hugging Louis from behind.
"Thank you, Harold."
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bad boys (l.s.)
Fanfictionlouis is a punk bad boy and harry loves flower crowns and guys with tattoos and piercings.
