Sex Therapy//L.S

Thirteen

"You can shut the fuck up!"

"Don't tell me what to do, fucking dick!" Harry yelled back at Louis, his face turning even more red. After Harry had woke up, he had just decided to be in a pissy mood. He snapped at Louis when he tried to serve him some breakfast, his exact words being 'why should I eat it? So you can fuck me up again?', which made no sense at all to Louis, but perfect sense to Harry.

"I don't even know why we're arguing." Louis barked out.

"Oh you know why." Harry said while he crossed his arms. Louis shook his head in defeat.

"You're overreacting." Louis confidently said.

"I'm-I'm overreacting?!" Harry exclaimed. Yes, yes you are, Louis thought.

"You hate me. Just leave. Go to Zayn or whatever, I'm done with this." Louis said in a mocking tone while walking out of the room.

"We're not done-"

"We we're done awhile ago, Harry." Louis said with now a more saddened face.

"Why can't you just--just fuck me and leave? Can't we just have normal sex with no strings-"

"Harry I'm supposed to help you with this exact reason. I'm supposed to keep you from those habits, alright?" Harry huffed in defeat, poking hat his food.

"You know what? I bet you aren't even good in bed anyways. I basically fucked you last time." Harry said with a grin, knowing how to piss Louis off. Louis stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning around from walking away from Harry, and looked Harry dead in the eyes. Harry's grin dropped and his eyes darted away from Louis' gaze, feeling uncomfortable. There was a brief, deep moment of silence between them.

"So what did you want me to say to that? What did you want me to do?" Louis said with a pissed off tone in his voice. Harry shrugged and still avoided looking at the man. Louis took a couple steps towards him and sat down in the chair next to Harry's.

"Where'd the confidence go?" Harry remained silent, before picking up his plate and taking it to the sink.

"I'll drive you home. That is, if you wanna communicate with me anytime soon-"

"Fuck off, Louis." Harry said before climbing up the stairs and turning down the hall in to the direction of the guest bedroom. Louis just watched in annoyance.

Soon after, Harry came downstairs dressed in his outfit from the night before. He avoided Louis and walked out of the front door and stood by the car, waiting.

"You're being a brat right now, I hope you realize that." Louis said as he reached the car. "Good. I love to piss you off, apparently it's the only attention I'll get from you." Harry said with folded arms. As they got seated in the car, Louis turned to him with a sigh. "I don't want to fuck you. I'm never having sex with you again Harry, you can try as hard as you want. It's not going to work. Women have thrown themselves at me during sessions and I've still resisted them every time."

"Louis?" Harry said questioningly. Louis turned to him and waited for his question.

"If you're so good at resisting, why did you let me suck you off? Why'd you let me ride you in the first place?" Louis' mouth went dry, as he couldn't produce an answer. With that, he pulled out of the driveway and acted as if Harry wasn't there.

"What's your address?"

"Don't know. Why don't you answer my question?" Louis wanted to bang his head on the steering wheel in frustration. "Tell me your goddamn address and don't bring it up again." He said strictly, causing Harry to shut up, momentarily, before he told him his address.