Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

Harry’s POV

I didn’t want to wake up once I remembered where I was. I felt lazy and didn't want to know if Louis was already awake. I didn't want to argue right after I had woken up.

 But I rolled out of bed anyways and pulled some random clothes out of my suitcase to put on. Once I was dressed, I looked in the mirror that sat on top of the dresser. I finger-combed my messy, curly hair.

 Once I decided that I looked somewhat decent, I ventured out of my room. Looking around, I decided that Louis wasn't there, or was still asleep. I checked my phone.  

'We're going to show you around London today!!! -Niall' 

I smiled.  

'I've been here before, you know. -Harry' 

'I don't care. You can see it again. I'm bored. We'll get you in like twenty minutes. -Niall' 

I wondered who 'we' was. Was it all four of the boys? I doubted it. Louis probably planned to stay far away from me. I didn't mind, I really didn't want much to do with Louis either.

Speaking of Louis, I heard a door open. A grumpy-looking Louis walked into the kitchen where I was.

 "Good morning," I said politely. I was given a glare in response.

 I tried again, "Niall is apparently showing me around London, so I'll be leaving in about fifteen minutes or so." Louis rolled his eyes.

 "Good. It'll get you out of my hair," he snapped. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my temper under control.

"Ok," I managed.

"Look. I think it's obvious I don't want you here. At all. And I don't know, or really care, if you want to be here. All I know is that I've been forced to do something that I really don't want to do, nor do I really think I'm ready to do. But since I can't change anything, and you're too much of a prick to even try, we have to live with it. So, to make this work, let me tell you my rules for you being here. Don't talk to me, don't question me, and don’t try to take care of me, because I don't need to be taken care of. I'm a grown man. Stay out of my sight, never go into my room, and don't bring anyone else here. And don't you ever. Fucking dare. Mention HER," Louis snarled. I was taken aback.

"How about my rules? You don't intentionally try to start pointless arguments with me and you shouldn't question me either," I said simply.

 Louis fumed.

 "Whatever," he spat. I sighed.

 "I don't want to always be fighting with you, alright? You aren't the only one that's unhappy with me being made to live here! Do you think I like it? I didn't want to wake up this morning because I didn't want to deal with you!" I snapped.

 Louis flinched slightly, but then resumed looking angry.

 "Deal with me? You put yourself in this position!" he sneered.

 "What, by going after my own dream? When I said yes to be in One Direction, I didn't say yes to having to like you! I decided I was going to try and understand, because that's how I am, but you're making it really hard!" I hissed.

"Good! Because I don't want you to like me! I want you to get out of my life!" Louis shot back.

"Well, deal with it! Because I'm not leaving just because of you! I get along fine with the others; you're just a stuck-up twat who won't even try to get to know me! Who knows, if you tried to get past the assumption that my sole mission in life is to destroy you, maybe you would find out we have more in common than you think!" I argued.