On & Off Again || l.s

chapter one

I am perfectly happy being unhappy.

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"Harry, stop being like that. You know I love you." Louis said as he drove his car along very slowly considering Harry was walking on the sidewalk and Harry wouldn't get in the car, so Louis was talking out the window at him, trying his absolute best to get Harry in the car.

"Really? You love me? Bullshit." Harry said, not even bothering to look in Louis' direction. He just continued staring forward as he walked along.

"You know I love you, Harry. Get in the car... I'll take you home." Louis said and let out a soft sigh, so very tired of Harry being so fucking dramatic all the time. Everything Louis did or said seemed to upset Harry and it was the most irritating thing in the world.

"No. Leave me alone." Harry replied as he continued walking along. Truthfully it was far too cold outside for Harry to be walking outside, especially given the fact that Harry was only wearing one of Louis' oversized t-shirts and a thin pair of leggings.

"Love, it's nearly midnight and it's cold outside. Get in the car." Louis said, knowing that the smaller boy had to be freezing. "Harry, just get in. We don't even have to speak to each other. I just don't want you to freeze to death."

"Fuck you, Louis." Harry said as he continued to walk along, trying not to seem like he was actually freezing. "Go home. Leave me alone. I don't want to be near you."

"Harry, all I said was that I enjoyed having sex with you." Louis said as he looked ahead of him as well as look in his rearview mirror to make sure there was no one behind him.

"No. I asked you why you liked me and you said I was good in bed." Harry said and crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to warm himself. It didn't really work, but he kept them crossed as he walked along.

"Since when is that taken as some type of insult? You're being fucking ridiculous." Louis said and then rolled his eyes before looking at Harry again.

"You said that I was good in bed." Harry repeated and then looked at Louis finally. "You didn't say that... I was beautiful or that I was nice. You said I was good in bed."

"I'm still not understanding why your panties are in a bunch, drama queen." Louis said, not even caring if what he was saying was hurting Harry's feelings. He was being fucking ridiculous right now.

"Seems like the only reason you're ever with me is so you can sleep with me." Harry said, ignoring Louis' hurtful little comments. "All we ever do is have sex, Louis. You never just want to hang out. When we hang out, we have sex every single time. You never just want to watch a movie with me... we will inevitably end up having sex."

"You don't seem to mind too much when we're doing it." Louis said, still annoyed with Harry about starting this stupid little argument.

"Sometimes I just want to hang out. I want to watch movies with you and talk and cuddle and... do innocent things other couples do." Harry said, wanting Louis to understand exactly what he wanted because maybe then Louis would actually understand, but Louis' next words confirmed the complete opposite.

"That's fucking boring. That's what old married couple's do, Harry. Don't you want to have fun?" Louis asked and Harry only groaned as he continued walking along. "Get in the fucking car or I'm letting you walk all the way home."

"Bye." Harry said stubbornly and shrugged his shoulders, doing his best to act like he didn't care that Louis' every word was hurting him.

"Harry, I'm going to count to three–"