Best Friend's Brother

Chapter One

(A/N: Insipred by my friend Stephanie bc she thought my cousin was hot)

Chapter 1: B.F.B

"Look, Louis, Harry’s coming over soon. I don’t want you pulling anymore pranks or God knows what else. Just stay out of our way and we’ll be fine."

Louis smirked. “Oh please, Harry likes when I fool around. If you weren’t such a worry wart you’d see that.”

Liam groaned, smacking his older brother on the shoulder, the person who was always playing around whenever his best friend, Harry, came over. If Liam didn’t know any better, he’d say that Louis was trying to show off for his friend. He never brought that up though, because, well, EW! 

"He does not, I’m pretty sure he can’t stand it."

"What makes you say that? He always laughs at me whenever I do. Honestly, I don’t understand why you two are friends. Harry seems like such a cool person. Then there’s you…"

Not knowing how to respond to that, Liam once again smacked Louis, who was now laughing at his weak attempts at defence. Louis was clearly winning this battle.

"Just stay away, yeah?"

Louis shrugged. “I can’t promise anything,” he said, shooting Liam a cocky grin. He quickly got up from the couch he had been sitting on, instead running up the stairs two at a time. Liam sighed.

He loved his brother, of course, but he was such a pest! Why did he always have to mess with him and Harry? He’d tried explaining to his Mum, but that hadn’t worked. She’d answered with a simple ‘why can’t you all be friends?’ and then sent Liam a disapproving glare. He sometimes felt like she liked Louis more than him. But, really, who didn’t?

Louis was what you would call popular. Not just because he used to be on the football team, but because he was an overall likeable person. Girls wanted to date him, guys wanted to be him, and all that jazz. He was constantly making people laugh with his cheeky jokes, and he wasn’t all that bad looking. With his bright blue eyes, and interesting choice of style, there was no wonder he was the most popular guy in school. 

Then there was Liam, who was very shy, and always got good grades. He wasn’t known as ‘Liam Tomlinson, normal junior’. No, he was known as ‘Liam Tomlinson, the younger, much less popular brother of ‘Louis Tomlinson’. He didn’t have very many friends, so that’s why he wanted everything to go well with Harry, his best mate since sixth grade. From the looks of things, Liam was doing pretty well. But what Louis said had always haunted him. He was afraid that Harry might be using him to get closer to Louis. His mind always forgot about that though, because it was Harry, and Harry wouldn’t do something like that.

Ding dong! Liam sprung from the couch, darting to the door. He opened it, to find Harry, curls gone wild and his green eyes clouded.

"Hey, Li.." he mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Liam gaped at him. This wasn’t the Harry he knew, the one who was always smiling and laughing at absolutely nothing. This was someone else, someone completely foreign to Liam.