𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 | 𝙎𝙏𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙊𝙉

CHAPTER 17

♡| the way he didn't feel like himself without louis amazed him.

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NOVEMEBER 26TH, 2006, HARRY AND LOUIS we're having a "date" at the local diner, and Louis got too possesive for his own good.

It was a normal day. Harry asked Louis if he wanted to go on a secret unofficial date with him and Louis was so fond there was no way he could say no. Though, the label of this had not changed anything between the way the two acted with each other, it definitely set something off inside Louis; though he would never openly admit to that. 

It was the little things that always happened when they went out that Louis never took notice to; all those little stares and the constant flirting, those things were getting to Louis in a bad way.

Harry Styles was a name well known by all the girls and boys of Boynton Beach, Florida for reasons he couldn't change and Louis hated it. And no, it was not entirely based off possession, it was the fact that Harry was not a person to people, he was an object, something girls and boys only wanted so they could go to their friends and say they hooked up with Harry Styles, and God did that piss Louis off. But then again, Louis didn't want people to want Harry because at the end of the day Harry was his.

He saw the waitress around the corner, she was fixing her shirt so more cleavage showed, only doing so after she found out she'd be serving Harry. She came over to their table, and immediately fixated herself on Harry and well, it wasn't even Louis being possessive at that point, he was also at the table and needed to be served.

"Hello, yes hi, are you going to serve both of us?" Louis asks, trying to keep the sassy tone in his voice at the bare minimum.

"Calm down," she rolls her eyes, "I like, just got here." she goes back to trying to make a move on Harry.

"Actually," Harry starts, "you've been here for fifteen minutes, stop trying to hit on me and do your job." he laughs sadly. Sadly in this case meaning he felt sad for her because she thought she stood a chance.

"Trying?" she echoes, offense laced in her tone.

"He likes boys." Louis chimes in, growing frustrated as he is hungry and does want to eat.

"Ew, really?" she looks at Harry.

"I mean, you like boys, why is it not gross that you like them?" Harry looks back, an eyebrow arched.

"Because I'm supposed to like boys." she scoffs.

"And you're also supposed to be doing your job." Louis utters under his breath, mocking her tone.

She looks back and forth between Harry and Louis, rolls her eyes, then groans and storms off, more than likely to her boss to ask if someone else can manage Harry and Louis because God forbid she serves the gay boys.

The two make jokes about it throughout the remainder of time they spend in the restaurant. It doesn't phase them, they're just used to it by now, but that isn't the issue. The issue is what happens when they leave and spend some time out of the house and one of them gets hit on. Which is just what happened that night.

They had decided to go to the beach, as it was a nice after noon. They stopped by Wal-Mart, goofed off a bit in there, before making their way to the beach. Of course, of fucking course, Harry had to be without a shirt. And that isn't what bothered Louis, Harry was a sight to see. But he was Louis' sight to see and the fact that other people stared at his Harry, pissed him off greatly.

Though it wasn't even the fact that people stared that pissed him off the most. It was the fact that there was nothing he could do about it. The fact that he couldn't tell all of them to fuck off because Harry was his. And that only pissed him off more because now, in a sense, Harry was his. But the fact that he couldn't tell anyone that, that's what pissed him off more than anything else; the fact that he's got to wait a whole two years to tell anyone who so much as breathes in his direction that Harry is his.

They were walking around the beach area, girls (and a few boys) were drooling over Harry because he's toned, tan, and has tattoos. He's got an arm around Louis' shoulder, but it looks brotherly; Louis and Harry know it's not meant to be that way, but they'll let the people think what they want.

The afternoon ends on a wholesome note, they share an ice cream and Harry keeps Louis warm as they walk along the beach after sunset. And Louis knows there isn't a more perfect way this night could end.

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