death spells ☤ (larry stylinson) [ON HIATUS]

five

what a fucking prick.

why did he have to be a good singer, a fucking god in the form of a man, and super confident too. louis could never relate.

it wasn't even that which angered him, it was the fact that louis was attracted to him. but then again who wouldn't be. he wanted the man underneath him, whimpering and begging for more. he wanted to completely wreck harry, ruin him almost. and most of all, he wanted to hold him in his arms when they had both come down from their highs.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

he wasn't meant to feel this way. he was meant to hate the man.

but why did he have to hate him?

well there wasn't any reason but louis just knew this didn't feel right.

harry was too conceited for his liking, too stuck up. louis was one to talk, though, as he wasn't the kindest person going. he would, however, refer to himself as quite laid back. he didn't care about looks or how other people viewed him.

which was why he and harry could never work.

or it could be the exact reason why they would.

harry was eye-candy, talented and confident. louis reckoned his mother would like him. well she'd hate anyone louis liked, but she would definitely get along with him. they were quite alike.

fuck.

why on earth was he imagining scenarios in which he was taking harry home to meet his parents? he didn't even know the man, let alone like him in that way. hell, louis didn't even like his own mother. for him to take harry down to london to meet her, would mean for louis to also have to see his mother again and fuck that. louis was appalled at himself for even thinking that. for even thinking of harry in general.

additionally he didn't expect the boy to be the reason why he was silently wanking in his bedroom, thinking about the way harry's arse looked in that suit. and damn, as much it showed off the curvaceousness of the man, the suit was really awful on the eyes.

but of course he pulled it off.

louis reckoned he could probably pull off walking down the road in a bin bag. for the stranger was dangerously attractive and louis was pretty sure he knew it too.

niall had paid louis a short visit during the day as he had not been in university that day. he was actually pretty sure he would fail everything but that was okay. he didn't necessarily have to get through uni to survive. he could still get a shitty job that pays alright and live. he wasn't going to have kids so he'd never have to spend extra and there was a huge chance he was going to be single for the entirety of his life so he could rule out anniversaries and valentine's.

yep, louis was going to be just fine.

what he wasn't gonna be fine with was the way harry kept eye contact with him during every visit to the café louis made that month.

fuck, it was almost as if he was serenading him. it was stupid though louis wouldn't like to admit that he probably wouldn't be opposed to the idea of actually being serenaded by the man.

harry had a sweet voice, almost like honey, louis was sure the whole city knew that by now. the man was definitely going to go far and that should've given louis a reason to actually befriend harry but his ego and pride told him not to. for it may be cool to be friends with a celebrity, but at the moment he could not stand harry.

and the fact of the matter was that harry was not actually a celebrity and if louis hated him, he should've stayed away. yet the cerulean eyed boy couldn't see himself doing that which was why he was currently outside of the café, waiting for either harry or his friends who he had planned to meet up with there.