I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 62: Why the fuck would I kill you?

⚠️WARNING⚠️: This entire chapter is basically SMUT

(A/N: this continues right after the last chapter like it's still the same day and stuff)

Harry got out the bathtub first and sauntered into my bedroom, towel-less and dripping water all over my damn floor, but I got a good view of his back muscles, so I guess it's okay. I stayed in the bath for a couple more minutes and after I finished up, I stepped out the tub and wrapped a fluffy baby pink towel around my small body.

When I walk into my bedroom, Harry is already dressed, shoes on and everything, with that damn gun of his in his hand. He's checking to see if it's still loaded and obviously it is since he didn't use it. Maybe he thought I took the bullets out, but I barely even know how to do that without accidentally shooting myself.

"And where do you think you're going with that?" I ask him, raising my eyebrow a bit concerned.

"To kill Luke," he said in a 'duh' tone as if it was obvious. I gave him a pointed look that was meant to say, 'you better be joking,' and then he responded by saying, "what? You think I'm joking? I don't joke around, Louis," and then he stuffed the gun into the waistband in the back of his jeans.

"You joke around with me," I stated.

"Yeah, because you're my little baby, you make me different," he said as he walked over to me then pressed a sweet kiss to my lips which caused a little smile to appear across my face.

"You're seriously not going to kill Luke," I told him with as must authority my small self could muster up.

"I seriously am about to kill Luke," he said nonchalantly like this was some normal shit to say.

Who the fuck wakes up and thinks, 'hey, I'm gonna go kill one of my best friends today,' NO ONE thinks that crazy shit except Harry.

"I honestly can't tell if you're joking or not."

"It's because I'm not joking. I'm deadass fucking serious," he said with a serious tone, and then added with a lot more anger, "that bastard was supposed to be my best friend and he fucking kissed you AND gave you a hickey! He knew you were off limits! You expect me to let him live after doing that?!"

"Well then you should kill me too," I challenged him.

"Why the fuck would I kill you?"

"Because it's not entirely Luke's fault that that happened. I invited him over and asked him to distract me from you and that's exactly what he did. And I let him kiss me, so you should be mad at me too and not just at him. You're being unfair."

"Unfair?! Do you hear yourself?! You're literally giving me reasons to kill you! Why would I kill you?! I love you! The only way you're dying is if I die too!"

"First of all, nobody is dying today. I was just trying to get you to understand that you're being unfair. Luke and I should both be punished for what happened and if his punishment is death, then so should mine. But since you can't kill me..." I paused as I shuffled closer to him, so I could press my body against his while looking up at him seductively and placing my dainty little hand on his strong chest and then said, "I guess Luke lives."

He visibly gulps as he stared down at me. He looks as though he's about to give in and kiss me, but he suddenly starts shaking his head and says, "no, no, no, I see what you're trying to do! I won't fall for it! Either you can stay here, or you can come witness his death."

It still baffles me how much of an effect I have on Harry after all this time.

"Or...either you can go do something stupid," I said putting emphasis on the word stupid, and then continued, "or you can fuck me again."