Larry Smut

I Loathe You

"Are you f*cking stupid?" Louis grabs Harry's shoulders and spins him around. "You can't go around messing with fans like that. Management will have our heads." Harry rolls his eyes, he is beyond the point of caring. In fact, lately he's been going around trying to defy their management company in every way possible. They had complete control over him and his 4 band mates' lives, and Harry wasn't okay with that.  But Louis Perfect Tomlinson has to do everything right, has to follow every rule, refusing to let loose. Harry just walks away, shutting himself into his bedroom.

Back in the X Factor house, Louis and Harry had been inseparable. They got on from the word go and had always been affectionate and loving towards each other. They had some sort of chemistry that the other three boys would never understand. You would think they'd known each other their entire lives with the way they understood each other, the way they knew exactly how the other was feeling, and the way they spent all their time together. They fit like two puzzle pieces; Harry's easy going quirky personality matching with Louis' lively humorous one seamlessly. The moment the two had made eye contact in that bathroom mirror was the moment their lives had changed forever. It seemed like fate continued to intertwine their paths until finally something worked to keep them together. Back then everything had been stress free. They didn't have to worry about crazy fans, appearances, what not to say, and all the other bullsh*t that came alongside with life as a popstar. But, sadly, now they deal with it every day, and that was the beginning of the end of Harry and Louis' relationship.

They shared a flat right out of the X Factor house, and to avoid gay rumors, Louis had picked up a girl named Eleanor. She had been nice enough, but Louis had always seen her more as a friend even though she was fit and Louis Tomlinson was most definitely not gay. But there was never a spark between them so he just went on dates with her and kissed her when necessary.

If you asked Harry Styles, he would say fame changed Louis Tomlinson. Fame changed the 18 year old bubbly boy to a weary, unhappy 20 year old man. And over the past year, Harry had learned to almost loathe him. Louis was irritated all the time and snapped at Harry more often than not. They barely ever had laughs like they used to, and the older boy made Harry feel unworthy, as if he was too juvenile to be in One Direction. The only reason they still shared a flat was that they rarely ever stayed at it. Harry would stay with friends and Louis would be on holiday whenever they weren't scheduled to do anything with the band. So that's how their arrangement worked out, act nice for the cameras and fans and completely ignore each other the majority of the other time.

There had been times where Harry had brought out the old Louis. When Harry had been blasting the big stereo in their living room, Shaggy's "It Wasn't Me" played and Lou couldn't help but come out and reminisce old memories with the younger boy. Harry cherished these moments with all he had; it was the only time that he could see the boy he used to know. But unfortunately, Louis was unhappy, and this was bound to blow up in their faces.

"Harry! Get the hell out here!" Louis' harsh voice pulls Harry out of his reverie, bringing him back to his unfortunate reality. For once, Harry makes the decision to defy the older boy, ignore him. Then, he hears enraged footsteps outside his door and Harry immediately starts to regret his choice, for he hates it when Louis is angry. But when a livid, wild eyed Louis opens the door, he decides he has to stay strong and not let the older boy bother him. "Not listening to me today, Hazza?" He mocks the nickname, a spiteful tone rolling off his tongue. Harry opens his mouth and it's like something inside him finally snapped.

"You know what, Boobear?" A dam inside the curly haired boy broke, "I think you've turned into an inconsiderate *sshole, and I swear to god if it wasn't for this stupid f*cking contract I'd go the rest of my days without talking to you. I shouldn't ever listen to you because the only words that come out of your mouth are hatefu-" His words are cut off by thin lips parting his own, a mint taste filling his mouth when Louis' tongue enters his aperture. It's more of a clashing of teeth than a kiss, violence swirling between the two, making every move they make have a dangerous edge. Louis' hands are buried in soft curls, tugging every time Harry bites his bottom lip. The younger boy pulls back and hisses a 'f*ck you' through his teeth before attaching his mouth back to the kiss and bite swollen ones in front of him, sealing the deal.