just another love story. ||• L. S. •||

chaptie 17.

"Wake up fucktard!" I felt a slap to my cheek. I groaned, flinging upward on the couch I was sleeping in. I held my cheek and looked around the strangely dark room. I started to panic when I heard a Loud cackle from the corner.

"Shasta! Zayn! Don't do that!" I whined in a high pitched tone, curling up in the warm, fuzzy blanket that was laying upon me. I don't ever remember falling asleep with a blanket..

"What makes you so sure it's them?" A voice came after the cackling stopped. A voice that I didn't reconize. To low for anyone I knew. I whimpered louder, throwing the blanket over my head.

I never really liked to be scared. My mum never took me out to scary movies.. or Haunted houses because I tend to punch people when I get to scared. And trust me.. I am NOT afraid to punch whoever this is.

"Oh, stop being a whimp Harry." The voice echoed through the room, along with heavy footsteps coming closer, and closer.

"I am not afraid to punch you.. you.. stupid head!" I peaked out from under the blanket, looking from left to right. When I didn't see anyone there, I started to panic more.

Finally, when the voices stopped, my heart stopped with it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, taking a deep breath before sitting up.

"Hazzy!" A loud pitched squeal came out of no where, along with a figure tackling me. I screamed curling up into a ball.  "Harry, babe, stop being such a whimp. Its only me." Now there's a voice I reconized.

Louis.

That little, devil, I hate him so much. But also love him, with his cute little cheeks. And that little button nose that I could just bop all day. And I could just fit him inside my pocket and carry him around all day!!

Harry. No, stop. You're getting off point. I know you think he's cute and all that.. but you're mad at him right now.

I reminded myself, mentaly slapping myself also.

"Louis." I growled, looking at the boy wrapped around my body. He looked up, smiling cheesily, winking as I rolled my eyes.

"Yes Harold?" He asked, pushing out the 'Harold'.

"Don't you 'Harold' me Lewis."  I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, don't you 'Lewis' me."

"Well, don't you scare the living poop outta me."

"Well, don't be such a whimp."

"Well, don't be such an arse."

"Well, You don't be such an arse."

"Well... well.. Don't be such a Louis." I scoffed crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"But I thought you loved Louis.." He frowned, looking up at me with those.. big, sad, blue eyes. His bottom lip started to wobble and his eye tearing up.. My heart just sank. I had to look away before the blue in his eyes got to my soul.

"Lou.. don't do that." I pleaded when he started whimpering like a puppy.

"But-But you don't love Lou anymore."

"I don't love you when you scare me like that, I'm sorry." I looked at him and instantly regretted it. Those icy blue eyes pierced into my soul like a spear. "I love you lou."

His smiled appeared again, even wider than before. "I love you too, buttface."

"There he is." I laughed kissing the top of his head. He giggled, yes he flipping giggled, looking up.

"My fuckin ship!" Niall busted through the door that lead to the kitchen, eating a banana.

"Niall! Did you ask Shasta or Zayn for a banana?!" I frowned, half sad, half angry that he was eating my banana.