bad boys (l.s.)

twenty.

Harry and Louis got back home on Louis' motorcycle in record time, them deciding to go to Louis' house, since his mother wasn't home.

Harry laid down on Louis' couch, whining, and holding back his tears. "I'll get you some ice . And a washcloth." Louis said, walking into the kitchen. Harry nodded, letting a tear run down his cheek, which soon turned into full-out sobbing.

Louis ran back into the room, scooping up Harry and putting him onto his own lap. "Shh." Louis cooed, peppering Harry's face with kisses. Harry giggled, putting his head on Louis' shoulder. Louis then grabbed the ice pack, placing it gently to Harry's stomach.

After a while, Louis started to softly rub at his stomach and arms, getting the offensive words off of his skin. "I'm gonna fúcking kill him." Louis said, and Harry shook his head no.

"Trust me. That'll make it worse." Harry said, and Louis nodded. "Okay. But if you ever need me to-"

"I know, Lou. I know."