Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

Part 12

Louis watched the cleaning of his house happen from his window. He wanted to go help, but Harry was out there and he didn't feel like yet another fight.

Because a fight was inevitable.

Harry was such an asshole to him and he didn't want to even interact with him.

He was so fired up from their fight, adrenaline still pumping through him. He wanted to hot something.

He wanted to hurt Harry the way he had been hurt.

But instead, he fell asleep.

He spent a few hours that afternoon sleeping and then eventually, he woke up much calmer.

He stretched and heard the music coming from downstairs, letting him know that they were still working. There was always music when they cleaned.

He crawled out of bed, changed and he made his way downstairs.

The sun was hot and everyone was still outside working, Harry still hadn't moved from his spot on the wooden deck.

Louis entered the kitchen and jumped up onto the counter, looking out the huge glass doors that lead outside to proudly watch his boys clean up.

They were like his family, brothers for life. They were there when he needed him and never let him down. He was forever grateful for them.

He opened a can of coke and took a long gulp, only looking up when he heard the sliding door open.

Niall walked in and gave him a smile before getting a drink from the fridge.

"Dude, Harry's outside cleaning." Niall had said as he jumped up onto the bench, can of coke in hand.

"Bullshit." Louis scoffed. "I was watching. He's just making it worse. I bet the idiot doesn't know how to clean. Harry doesn't clean up after himself, everyone knows that."

"Well he is." Niall replied, nodding his head outside, indicating to Harry. "He's scrubbing the deck."

"Well he fucking shouldn't be." Louis snapped. "I told him to leave."

"I know, I asked him what he was doing and he said 'making it up to you.'" Niall shrugged.

"Making it up to me?" Louis laughed humourlessly. "Scrubbing a deck doesn't even begin to cover all the shit he's put me through."

Niall hummed in agreement. "I know, I told him as much."

"And what did he say?" Louis asked quickly, a little too enthusiastically for someone who claimed to hate him.

"He said he knows, but it was a start." Niall continued, oblivious to Louis' outburst.

Louis rolled his eyes at that, but couldn't fight the small flutter in his stomach.

He never expected Harry to turn out to be like this. He thought Harry would go back to ignoring him and hooking up with everyone else in school.

It never crossed his mind that Harry would actually try to apologise.

As much as he wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, Harry's helping actually flattered him a little. He was surprised and couldn't help but feel a little grateful, although none of that compared to the amount of distaste he had for him.

 "Good," Louis said. "Maybe it will do him some good to get his hands dirty."

The asshole was still and asshole and Louis was nowhere near forgiving him, but Harry had been right, it was a start.

Louis looked out the window and watched him as he bit his lip in concentration, his hair falling in his face and sticking to his forehead in the heat.