I walked into Harry's house with my eyes gone dry, my cheeks stained with tears. Nothing Harry could do or say to me would change the way I feel about him- I absolutely despised him.
As we entered the house, I saw Louis quickly trying to retreat down the hall, most likely running from the wrath I was about to unleash on him.
Nice fucking try.
I froze, my body going stiff. "LOUIS," I yelled. "IF YOU DON'T COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND, I WILL, I REPEAT, I WILL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS."
Harry chuckled besides me, slowly walking around to get into the kitchen. Louis paused, spun around and slowly made his way over to me. I heard Harry flick on the kettle, aware that he was watching our every move.
I think it was time I had some fun with Harry and his jealously problem.
"Where is my fucking gerbil?" I spat, my eyes narrowing at his cheeky grin.
He held out his hands- they were cupped slightly. As he slowly pulled them apart, a curious Ryan peeped out.
"..And the rodent survives." I heard Harry mutter, his voice dripping in disdain.
"Ryan!" I squealed as I ran over to Louis, my arms quickly flying around his neck, my mouth planting firmly on his.
A smash came from the kitchen drawing my attention away from Louis. There stood Harry, his hands covered in blood.
He had broken a cup in anger; his hands snapping the china subconsciously.
My face paled slightly, but I didn't let it fail my plans. I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
Louis had plopped Ryan down gently, a big smirk slowly coming across his face.
"Well," He sighed. "That was interesting. I'll leave you two alone for a minute." He started to back away, but I caught onto his hand, leaving it in mine.
I forced myself to flirt with him, hearing Harry's sharp intake of breath as I did so.
"But what did you do with my clothes?" I cooed, fluttering my eyelashes slightly. "Am really going to have to wear nothing?" I winked.
"I threw them-" He began, but Harry interrupted.
He was closer than I expected, his hands wrapping around my waist.
"He threw them out." He finished on behalf of Louis.
"Was I talking to you? No? Yeah, I didn't fucking think so." I snapped, my eyes cold as I stared at his hands around me.
I turned my attention back to Louis, knowing all to well that Harry was turning livid, his hands tightening slightly.
"Can I borrow some of your clothes Lou?" I asked, my voice dropping, growing huskier. "Just at least until you take me shopping."
Louis knew exactly what I was doing. He smiled broadly at me. "Of course you can sweetheart," He said, his thumb running circles around mine. "I'll give you anything you want, anytime."
I could barely stop myself from laughing; Louis' face resembled mine as he watched Harry grow angrier and angrier over nothing.
"I think you should go for a walk Lou." Harry seethed, his voice clipped and cool.
I tried to step out of Harry's embrace but he was being impossible. Rolling my eyes, I gave Louis hand a small pulse. Harry flinched slightly.
"Actually Harry," I said shortly. "Louis and I were planning on spending the day together anyway. Maybe you could leave?"
