Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 16: Ffffck ffff Mmooo

Because chapter 15 and chapter 16 are so short, I figured I'd post them both tonight.  Don't kill me.  I know, I admitted they were short.  At least they're interesting... I hope.

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Chapter 16:  Ffffck ffff Mmooo

*Harry's POV"

Yesterday was uneventful after we picked up the girls and bailed out 3/5 of The Wanted.  Oh, except for the fact that Niall and Charlie became a couple, but that wasn't dramatic really because no one cried, was mortified, or got arrested. 

The happy couple had spent all night together giggling like maniacs, gazing caringly into one another's eyes, and trying to sneak in a snog when they thought no one was looking.  To be honest, it kinda made me sick, but I knew I'd be doing the same thing if Ollie and I had gotten together.

Mentioning Ollie, I had spent another torturous night tossing and turning trying to sleep with her in my bed.  It killed me having her so close to me and not be able to touch her.  All I could think about while she was lying there was all the dirty things we could be doing if I just had the courage to try. 

I knew I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.  I hadn't even bothered to try and make myself look better before going downstairs to get some breakfast.

"Long night, Haz?" Lou questioned me.  "No sleep for you, eh?" he said wiggling his eyebrows, insinuating that Ollie and I had stayed up together fulfilling my fantasies.

"Ffffck ffff Mmooo," I said with my mouth full of frosted flakes.

"What's that?  Did you say you love me Hazzabear because I love you too, babe" Louis claimed while he touched his ear, pretending to be trying to hear me better.  Niall who was sitting next to me was now laughing so hard from our exchange I thought the milk from his cereal was going to come out his nose.

"I said fuck off Lou and you know it," I retorted once I had swallowed my bite.

"And like I said, love you too," Louis replied happily.  Cheeky bastard.  I wasn't in the mood to deal with his shit.

Holland had been at the table too eating a banana and pipped up "I had read somewhere that you hated swearing Harry, but it seems to be the only thing I ever hear you saying.  Bad words, I mean."

"That's kind of an inside joke Holls," Liam answered from the pantry where he had found a granola bar.  I didn't know we had granola bars.  Wonder how old that thing is.  I wouldn't eat that if I were him.  "When we first met Haz, he swore constantly.  To tease him, one of the boys said in an interview that he hated cussing.  Now all the Directioners think he doesn't swear so every time he does they're shocked and offended.  It's absolutely hilarious."  Now Liam, Holland, Charlie, and Niall were all laughing at me.

"Yeah, it's a complete crack up you jackasses," I said sarcastically, staring into my bowl.  "Eat your fucking granola bar Liam."  Everybody just laughed harder because I swore again.

It was my turn to laugh though when Liam finally took a bite of his decrepit breakfast treat.  His face screwed up and he spit the granola out.  Serves him right for making me look silly.  Holland patted him on the back as he choked on the gross granola.

Suddenly my phone buzzed alerting me that I had new twitter messages.  I internally groaned, hoping it wasn't that asshole sending me threats again.  He had been flooding my page with rude comments and death threats at what seemed to be every hour on the hour.  It was getting tiring trying to ignore them.

I steadied myself and opened the twitter app.  It read:

@NathanTheWanted: @Harry_Styles  Watch this.