"Do you plan on getting out of bed anytime soon Louis!" My mom shouts up the stairs, making me wake up. I groan, looking at the alarm clock. It was only 11. Why couldn't she just let me sleep.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm up mom," I say with a sigh, and sit up in my bed. I grab my phone from the stand, and unlock it to the same conversation from last night. I grunt a little and exit my texts, tapping on twitter and checking out the daily gossip. For some reason, girls were super attracted to me on here, and I was constantly getting tweets like 'Marry me Louis!' and 'Have my children!' Yeah. I'm not even kidding about the last one.
Feeling a lot better this morning. Hope you all have a great day. (:
I throw my phone somewhere on the bed after tweeting, and get out of bed, stretching and rubbing my eyes sleepily.
(Honestly I can't help but think of his hair in that picture where he's sleeping from the other day. Sorry.)
Walking to my dresser, I pull out my favorite shirt, it was white with red long sleeves, and it had the vans logo on the front. I bend down and also grab a pair of super tight black skinny jeans, and more boxers. What can I say, the skinny jeans were flattering, especially for my ass.
I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower, and look in the mirror at the bags under my eyes and my messy hair. Why do I always look like shit in the morning? I strip out of my clothes and hop in the shower.
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I scrub my head with the towel, drying It as best as I can, and then flip it the way I like it to be when it's dry, and throw the towel and dirty clothes in my hamper.
Plopping down my bed, I grab my phone and see a new text. Guess who it's from?
Just thought I'd say goodmorning (:
I smile, and then catch myself and shake my head, forcing myself to stop.
Goodmorning yourself
I reply, and then shove the phone In my back pocket, going downstairs to get some "breakfast." The cupboards are as empty as my stomach right now. I let out a small sigh and pull out the eggs, deciding to make some scrambled eggs. I needed to hurry, or I was going to be late for work at 12:30.
I pour the eggs and milk into a hot pan and fry them, urging them to hurry In my head. As soon as I scarf them down, I rush out the door, heading to my job at Barnes and Noble.
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Right after work, I check my phone for any texts. I noticed that it had become a habit. Of course it wasn't because of Harry. Why would It be? I was trying to convince myself that it was in case my mom needed me, but she never had before, so I don't see why she would now.
I find myself getting disappointed when the only notifications I have are from twitter, with people retweeting my tweet from this morning. I lock my phone and tuck it in my back pocket, and head home.
Once I get home, I throw on my plaid pajama bottoms and an old tshirt that had a hand with a peace sign on it. There was no reason to stay in clothes when I wasn't going to go anywhere else today. I look at the clock and see that it's already 6 pm, and I decide to call and order a pizza.
"I'd like a pepperoni pizza with double cheese and an extra garlic butter sauce," I say into the phone.
"And will you be picking it up or would you like to use our Papa John's delivery service?" The girl asks, snapping her gum loudly while waiting for an answer, making me roll my eyes.
"Delivery please," I say, telling her the address and finishing the phone call. Stupid twat, she'll be fired soon, I think to myself, grunting in annoyance.
Sure you don't want to come to the party? Doesn't start til 7 (:
I read the text as my phone buzzes with another, And there will be alcohol, if you need to unwind, it said. I snort and shake my head. I have alcohol here at home. Is he trying to bribe me?
Sorry, but I'm destined to a lazy night watching Netflix and eating Papa John's pizza. Besides, I have alcohol here.
As I sit down on the couch, I feel my phone go off again, and I turn on the TV before pulling out my phone again.
Shame... Maybe another time?
Sure, maybe.
Alright (:
I sigh. Why was I such a loser? I prefered pizza and Netflix to going to some party. Where people would be playing obnoxious beer games and making out all over the place. On second thought, being a loser sounds much better.
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40 minutes later when the pizza finally arrives, I sit it down on the coffee table and start eating it right from the box, and I'm interrupted by another text.
Hey, mind saving some of that pizza for me?
I look at the text, not understanding. What, until next time he invites me to a party or when he comes to my rescue in a Rite Aid again?
I have no idea what you mean curly.
My eyes widen as I send the text and mentally slap myself. I really just called him curly? In my defense he does have really curly hair. Why was I giving him a nickname? Fuck.
Curly? Am I in the three stooges now? And I'm trying to get you to let me come hang out with you, because this party is already totally fucking lame.
I chuckle a little when he says the three stooges thing, but I was still pissed that I called him that. Yeah, sorry, your hairs just really curly. And oh. Well I mean. I'm not doing anything either.. but if you want I guess we can chill. Really? "Your hairs just really curly." I'm so stupid.
Nah, it's cool. I like it (: I'll be over In a bit, just give me your address.
I text him back my address and then decide to leave 3 of the pieces of pizza out in case he wants them.
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I spend the next 20 minutes worrying about my decision. Why did I agree to this? I don't even know him. He could be a murderer for all I know. What if he rapes me? He does flirt a lot. Oh god.
When the door ball rings I jump up and start towards the door, and then hesitate, considering going out the back door so I can tell him I'm no longer home. Finally, I roll my eyes at myself and walk to the door and let him in.
"Hey.." I say quietly, running a hand through my hair, "You can come in. Sorry I took so long I was... In the bathroom."
He raises an eyebrow at me, but nods and comes in.
"Still got that pizza?" He asks, like he's been in my house before and he can eat what he likes.
I nod, and lead him in the direction of the living room, and plop down on the couch.
"I left 3 pieces for you, I figured you'd be hungry," I say with a shrug.
He looks down at me and grins a little.
"Thanks Louis. So what are we gonna do around here?" He asks as he sits down and immediately starts chowing down on the pizza.
"Well, I was planning on spending my night marathoning the rest of American Horror Story on Netflix, as you can see that I have pajamas on," I say with a shrug.
"Well that sounds good to me. I've never seen that show, so you'll have to fill me in," He says around a mouthful of pizza.
"Now that, is something I can do," I say with a grin.
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Later, once it was around 10 at night, we were nearly at the end of Season 2. We had 2 more episodes left. Harry, as he had said, needed filled in, a lot. But I hadn't really minded, I could talk about that show all day. Besides, when I was talking to him, I could tell he was really listening.
At some point, we had ended up right beside each other, and Harry kept excitedly yelling about things. I should have started over, so he could enjoy it even more.
I jump slightly when I feel an arm droop over my shoulders, and feel him start to run his fingers up and down my arm. This was wrong. We were supposed to be just friends. Besides, I wasn't gay.
Despite both of those things, for some reason, I decide to let him, and even lean slightly into him. I feel him let out a small sigh, and I close my eyes, shaking slightly. I was scared. I could tell that somewhere inside, I was enjoying this, and that scared me.
Relaxing myself, I lean even closer to him and soon he has his arms wrapped around me, and I'm falling asleep in his warm embrace.
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Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)
Fanfiction"The only drug I need is you, Harry." In which Louis is pulled into the wrong crowd and Harry makes bad decisions All rights reserved @LarryWestside_ --Cover made by myself
