bad boys (l.s.)

twenty eight.

"Hey, Tomlinson. I didn't know you were a fag like that flower kid." Luke started, pushing around Louis a little bit. "Oh, you mean a fag like this cigarette I'm about to let burn through your skin if you say one more word to me." Louis retorted sassily, putting the cigarette back between his lips. Luke backed up, putting his hands in front of him. "Jesus, Lou. What happened to you?" He asked, putting his hands in his pockets. "What? I'm not allowed to defend myself anymore? And don't call me Lou." He replied, putting out his smoke.

Luke scoffed as he turned on his heels, running away a bit more swiftly than what seemed natural. Louis smirked as he saw his boyfriend walk up to him. "What was that about?" Harry asked, seemingly confused about the whole situation. "Nothing, beautiful. Just a jerk being a jerk, that's all." Louis said, pulling Harry into a hug.

"Can you hang out today?" The flower-crown clad boy asked, after they let go from their embrace. "I'd love to, but I'm going to Zayn's." Louis answered, and Harry pouted. "So why can't I come?" He asked, and Louis laughed. "Baby, you're not ready for what me and Zayn do...pot, illegal shit." He said, stuffing his hands in his dark jean pockets. "So? I told you before that I'm fine with that stuff." Harry frowned, recalling their awkward conversation. "Yeah but, there's gonna be smoke and, it smells like weed and stuff." Louis said, and just as Harry was about to say something back Zayn came up to the two.

"Hey love birds." Zayn said to both, directing the next question just to Louis. "Hey Lou, is it ok if I invite Liam tonight? I'd like to show him some shit." Zayn asked, and Louis nodded. "In that case, Harold, you may come as well."