Push Me (BoyxBoy)

You're Mine.

~Harry's POV~

"What the fuck Louis?!" I can see him flinch from where I'm standing a few few away. My shoulders tense and my hands balled up into fist. I don't think I've ever been more upset in my life. I step closer to him. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask him forcefully, wanting to grab him by his collar and bash his face in. When I'm staring into his eyes though, I just want to kiss him. What's happening to me?

"What do you mean 'What am I doing?'" He glares at me, he knows full well what I mean...he's mine.

"I'm yours?" He said this threateningly quiet. I must have said that out loud. I hate it when I do that.

"I didn't mean it like that, you know that." He steps closer to me, I think he's going to lay one on me because he hasn't stopped walking toward me, but when I feel a hard slap against my cheek, I knew he wasn't going to kiss me after all. I place my hand on my red hot cheek. Louis starts speaking again, while my mouth is hung open in shock and pain from my throbbing cheek.

"Don't you ever tell me what I know. You don't know anything about me, so keep your bullshit thoughts to your fucking self, dickhead!" He screams as his face turns red in rage. I think that his head is about to explode. His breathing is heavy, with his chest moving up and down at what can't be a good rate.

I hear a car honk behind me and I turn around, Louis is looking too. It's Nick waving his arm out of his window grinning at me. Not even trying to glance at Louis. He thinks he's won at something. Fuck him.

I swirl back around to Louis quickly before he can move anywhere. "Please don't go, Louis please don't." I quietly beg him. He shakes him head, moving one foot in front of him about to walk past me. I catch his wrist digging my nails into it dangerously hard, I know that once I let go, it's going to be red. It's probably going to bruise. "I said, you can't fucking go, Louis!" I scream at him pulling him back against me.

He looks at me fearfully. I see something click in his eyes and he's ripping his wrist away from me. "You don't own me! You can't control me, Harry!" Tears are welling up in his eyes, he's slowly stepping away from, backing towards Nick. Nick got out of his car once he saw me grab Louis. I guess he wanted to be ready to run to his aid, but I would never hurt him..would I?

Louis looks down at his wrist, which is bleeding a lot more than I thought they would be. When I step closer to take another look, I see he already has multiple cutting wounds there. "Oh...you're one of those people. You should be happy I made you bleed. Helps get the pain out, right?" Oh god, why did I say that?

Tears are now streaming down his face.

"You're sick. You're fucking sick Harry, how could you b-" He stops himself looking back at Nick who's waiting patiently by his car. "Never mind." He finishes. I look down at the ground, sadly. When I look back up, they're both gone, and so is my sanity.

What's wrong with me?

~Louis POV~

Nick looks down at my wrist, with deep sadness.

"How could he do this?" He asked me tears welling up in his eyes. I couldn't tell if they were real or not, but I'm betting they are. Everything is just so real about him. I shake my head sadly wiping my wrist off with a Kleenex he handed me. "Why didn't you tell me he did this to you while we were there? I would have bashed his face in." He says confidently.

I snort.

"Yeah...I don't know. Let's stop talking about it." He pulls into a small cafe a couple of blocks away from the school. I open the door quickly, knowing the reason that he jumped out of the car so fast, was so he can open mine. Maybe I should tell him that I hate cliches.

"Oh I was going to open it." He pouts adorably, lip jutting out. I really want to bite on it.

"It's fine, Nick. You know how cliche that is?" He chuckles a little bit.

"I'm quite the fan of cliches." I sigh a little bit. Who isn't now days? He opens to door to the cafe for me and I smile and nod a little bit, as a thank you.

"What's something good they serve here..." I stop as my mind shifts to the worlds most greatest gift. "Do they sell tea?" I ask him excitedly with a grin already on my face. 

"No...I'm sorry, only a whole bunch of different types of coffees and pastries and such." I sigh cursing this whole cafe. We're in Britian for God's sake. who doesn't sell tea to British people? I shake my head, forcing on a smile.

"It's fine. What would you recommend?" I glance over at him, I see he's not looking at me, but over at a blonde in the corner. A deep frown takes place on my face. I press my lips into a hard line. We're just here as friends anyway, or maybe not. This is fucking confusing for me. There's only one way to get out of this.

I pretend to hear my phone vibrate in my phone and I gasp at what I'm pretending to be written there. He looks at me here my gasp of shock, maybe an ounce of horror.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked me in a panic, but a little bit of my self-conscious side says that he doesn't really care.

"C-can you take me home? It's a little personal, I'm sorry to cut this short. I just-" I stop and let a great big, albeit fake sob out. He catches my anguish quickly.

"Yeah! Yeah, c'mon, Lou." I grit my teeth wanting to say, don't call me Lou, but maybe...just maybe, I'l let him.

~10 minutes later~

Nick is pulling up to my house looking at me worriedly. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Yeah. I'm sure." I jump out of his car slamming the door and hoping up the steps of our new house. All that awaits for me there, is screaming.