Bully to Bully

Say No!

HARRY'S P.O.V

"Louisss?" I asked drousily as I watched the blurry outline of the boy lean in closer.

"Shhh don't move." He whispered as his lips pulled into a pout.

"Whaaaaaat?" I yawned, my fear making me aware of the situation. I could hear the mumblings of the film distantly and I wondered how long I could have been asleep for.

"Shhhhh." He repeated and slowly placed his right index finger on my lips gently to tell me to shut up. My eyebrows creased in confusion and I went to pull back when I felt a slight breeze brush against my skin. He blew harder and then pulled back with a smile, my eyebrows deepened further. What??

"What? You had an eyelash!" He chuckled and I sighed in relief. Thank goodness he wasn't, you know, going to- oh I know what you were thinking! I rubbed my hand across my cheek to make sure that it hand gone and then shuffled further up the bean bag.

"You've missed half the film ya know." Louis smiled as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. I cuddled in further and shrugged because, what?, I'm a tired guy!

"D'ya want some more pizza? It's cold now but it's still good." He asked as he waved a piece sloppily in front of my face.

"Nah I'm alright thanks." I pulled my face at the sight of the stone cold pizza and pushed his hand away.

"Suit yerself!" He shrugged and then shovelled it all into his mouth. I shook my head in disgust but chuckled as some of the sauce rolled down his chin. He wiped his hand across it and laughed too. I turned around to face the TV and leaned closer into Louis' side. This was all very confusing, they're laughing one minute and then crying the next. Are they on drugs? I suppose you can't fall asleep half way through a film and expect to know what was going on. Louis chuckled through a piece of pizza but I couldn't see what was funny, I laughed along anyway just to avoid questions.

What time is it? I dunno. Where's my phone? God knows. I arched my back up and squeezed a hand in my back pocket. Louis leaned over more to give me room and I patted both of my pockets in panic. I slumped back down and repeated the procedure on my front pockets in fear. Where's my phone?! I started to frantically search around me but I couldn't see it.

"What's wrong?" Louis moaned through the last piece of the crust.

"I can't find my phone!" I blurted as I lifted more folds of the bean bag up and then threw them back down in dismay.

"Oh it's here." Louis said as he leaned down to the floor beside him. I turned around to him with a sigh of relief. You get a heart attack when you can't find your phone. He started to pass it over but then hesitated and pulled it back into his chest out of my reach. What now?

"Why d'ya need it?" He asked and his grip around it tightened. Why is he so protective? More like possessive.

"To check the time- oh and if it's late, I'll need to text my mum." I remembered the last bit, is she even bothered?

"Fine, but I'm watching." He said and passed it over. He then leaned in closer to look over my shoulder. I shook my head as I looked down at my phone. No new messages or phone calls. She isn't that bothered then. 9:00PM. It isn't that late but whilst I've got my phone, I might as well text her. I sighed and clicked her contact.

To: Mum

Hey mum, if you haven't noticed i'm not in. i'm at louis'.

Is there anything else to say? No not really. I clicked send miserably and watched the 'Sent' text turn into 'Delivered'.

"Alright?" Louis asked and held his hand out for the phone.

"I guess." I muttered as I reluctantly handed it back over to him. He grasped it as soon as it touched his hand and then returned it to the floor.

"What time is it?"

"Just gone nine." I replied. He seemed to think for a bit so I just messed with my nail that was close to cracking.

"Alright. This film's nearly over but I can tell that you're not into it, so what else d'ya wanna do?"

"Errrrm. I-I don't mind." I want to GO HOME! No Harry, he's done a good job. Yeah I know but now I can tell it's going to get awkward.

"You want to go home don't you?" He asked sadly as his head drooped to his knees to avoid eye contact.

"Err I-I yeah, I MEAN NO! No, errr n-no I'm fine. Yeah fine." I stuttered trying to make him feel better. I didn't like it when he's sad.

"It's fine." He sighed, his voice laced deeply with disappointment. I sighed too. He wont believe me. It's because you're a terrible liar. Who cares.

"I'm fine honestly, this is good." I tried to put on a fake smile but I knew that it was failing. He lifted his head up and smiled at me clumsily.

"You're such a dork!" He smiled as he playfully punched my arm. I pushed him back slightly harder and he pushed me too. I pushed back laughing and he dived onto me. We fell off the beanbag in a fit of laughing tangles and rolled along the floor. We finally stopped and Louis was lying on top of me. Great position. He looked into my eyes and we started laughing again. Our pants and chuckles were the only things that filled the dark emptiness. He sighed as happy tears stung his eyes and looked at me again. Our faces melted into neutral expressions as we became paralysed in each other's gazes. His eyes were so blue. They glistened with the sparkle of joy he carried and it confused me as to how these eyes could ever show so much hatred. They danced with happiness and my own face flickered in the reflection. They were so clear. So calming. So beautiful. So perfect.

LOUIS' P.O.V

His eyes were so green. They glisten with happiness but I can see the heartbreak and sadness they truly hide and it confused me as to how he can stay so positive. They danced with confusion but sang with confidence and the determination to do anything. They were so deep. So meaningful. So beautiful. So perfect.

HARRY'S P.O.V

The sounds echoing from the TV dragged me out of my thoughts and into the newly found awkwardness. I cleared my throat and Louis shook his head to clear whatever he was thinking about. Probably how much he hates me.

"Oh errrm sorry." He stuttered as he pushed himself up with a heave. He rolled over and landed by my side. Our shoulders, arms, hips, legs, feet EVERYTHING touched and he wriggled even closer.

"Harry can I ask you a favour?" He asked, staring at the ceiling. I turned my head to face him in curiosity and fear.

"S-Sure." I replied anxiously.

"You don't have to say yes."

"W-What is it?" I asked, that made my fear increase so much. What is it this time?! Please nothing bad! Please nothing bad!

"I'm home alone tonight and it's pretty lonely. C-Can I sleep yours?" Say no Harry! Say no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no NO CHANCE!

"Y-Yeah sure." Idiot.

"Really? What about you're mum?"

"She wont mind." I smiled. What am I doing? What am I doing?! *mental face palm*.

"Great, thanks, awesome! I'll go get some things together." He leaped up with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back. What am I getting myself into?

"Stay here, I wont be long." He said to me as he opened the latch again. I nodded and he disappeared down the hole.

What have I done?!

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