Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

Part 7

Harry and his friends arrived back at their house completely out of breath, partially because they had run but partially because they couldn't stop laughing.

Louis' discomfort provided them with great joy.

"Oh my god that was priceless!" Zayn exclaimed as the entered the house.

Everyone dispersed, leaving him with Liam, Harry and Ed in the lounge room.

They collapsed onto the couches and tried to catch their breaths as Liam got up to get them all a bottle of water.

"That was so fucking funny!" Ed added.

Liam threw them each a bottle and sat down beside Zayn.

"God, Louis' reaction when he thought you'd told us... Just perfect!" Ed continued.

"You know," Liam interrupted. "You didn't really tell us what happened. We asked and you just shrugged your shoulders while you gathered everyone for the latest instalment of this feud."

"So many big words." Harry gaped as he looked at him.

"He's right," Zayn added. "I mean, from what we gathered, you at least hooked up, but please, do tell us what actually happened."

"Why is everyone so curious? I do this literally every weekend, but now you all ask for details about my sexual endeavours." Harry complained, leaning back into the couch before talking a sip of water.

"Explain, dumbass." Zayn interrupted, flicking Harry in the head.

"Well, after you left us to talk, he got pissy, as per usual, and went outside. I followed him and we talked. Then after you two drunken fools finally left us alone, I fucked him. Hard." Harry explained, like it was no big deal.

"Nice," Ed hi fived him.

"That was all?" Liam asked.

"That was all." Harry confirmed.

"Wait," Zayn said. "You had to have done something wrong. He was really mad. What the fuck did you do?"

"What I always do." Harry shrugged.

"Harry!" Liam chastised, smacking his leg.

"Ow! What?"

"Ni's gonna kill you." Zayn informed him.

"You didn't actually just up and leave before he woke up, did you?" Liam continued, hoping it wasn't true.

Harry shrugged again, trying to play it off, but what his friends didn't know was that he was hurting inside.

For the first time in his life, he felt guilty. He felt bad for what he had done.

Harry was a player, that's what he did. It was perfectly normal for him to do this to people.

So he didn't know why it was affecting him the way it was.

"Was he at least a good fuck?" Ed asked.

And Harry didn't have a definitive answer. He wanted to say yes, but it sounded wrong.

Louis wasn't just a fuck, there had to have been some kind of feeling, some emotion because Harry thought it was incredible.

Probably the best he'd ever had, and he'd had a lot.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." Harry replied, still trying to play nonchalant.

"I can't believe you did that." Liam continued.

"You know what," Harry snapped at him. "If you're gonna keep going on about it, you may as well fuck off, cause I'm not in the mood to hear you whine about it."