I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 27: Didn't I tell you I was insane?

After we finish eating Harry does all the cleaning up since I'm in pain and it hurts me to move too much. It was so cute watching a shirtless Harry do domestic things. We're now cuddled on the couch watching some movie on Netflix. We've literally been in this spot for hours just watching movies, I don't even know what time it is.

"Oh shit," Harry suddenly says in an alarmed tone as he quickly pulled his phone out of the front right pocket of his tight black skinny jeans. The phone screen lit up as he looked down at it.

"What's wrong?" I asked him as I sat up straight and turned to face him.

"It's almost 10pm. I gotta get ready to go to work," he said as he also sat up and adjusted himself from the laid down position we were just in.

"What even is your job?" I asked curiously.

"I work in a club. Well, various clubs and parties. Stuff like that."

"Did you forget you said I can go with you to work? I'm 17, remember? I can't get into a club. Did you forget that I'm underaged still? Wait, you're only 18, how do you even get in? You can't even drink legally here in America," I said confused.

"Geesh, you need to get out more Lou. You do know there's clubs 18 year olds can get into, right? How do you not know that?" He asked in disbelief and let out a chuckle. Before I could answer his questions, he continued talking and said, "You know, your knowledge of things confuses the fuck out of me. You're so green, which means you're naive and innocent, when it comes to certain shit, but then you know things I wouldn't expect you to know, why are you like this?" He finished and let out an amused laugh.

"Well, everything I've learned and know is from books and fanfics I've read. I learned about the daddy kink and other naughty things from reading fanfics. I've tried to watch porn, but it's really not my thing. It's so silly, I can never take it serious. It doesn't turn me on and the people fucking in them always be so overdramatic, it cracks me up," I explained and let out a short laugh.

"Ah, so you don't watch porn and you're a book nerd. That explains sooo much," he said in amazement and put emphasis on the word so and also dragged the out the word. He said the last sentence as if everything makes sense now as to why I act the way I do.

"How does that explain anything?" I asked confused.

"Because it explains your innocence..." he stated and trailed off his sentence then continued speaking, "...anyway...reading sucks," he finished with the insult.

"I love reading books," I gushed then suggested, "you should try reading them sometime."

"Books are boring. Reading is boring. You're boring for reading them, but I do find it cute that you're a book nerd, so there's that," he said with a slight smile.

"Books are actually very informal. You need to read them to learn new things," I said trying to persuade him.

"Babe, I don't want to talk about stupid books anymore and I don't need to read books to know that books are fucking boring as fuck," he said exasperated as he rolled his eyes.

"Books are not boring! Books are the greatest escape from reality!" I said whimsically. "If books are so boring, then why do you have so many in your room? You have bookshelves full of them, so you're clearly lying!" I accused him.

"Oh, my mom put all that shit in my room in hopes that I would read them, but really they're just collecting dust and are used for decoration because I'm not reading them shits," he said dismissively.

"Wow...well, if you're going to neglect the books and if you're not going to read them, then I will. You seriously suck," I scolded him and lightly hit him on his right shoulder with my right hand.