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O.30

(HARRY'S POV)

Louis has been acting weird for the past couple days?

What did I do?

He gets so defensive when I want to hang out with Eleanor. Like honestly, he needs to chill out. I haven't ever had friends before, okay? None that I could do the things I do with her.

Plus, she introduced me to her other friend Niall. He's alright, I mean besides the fact that he can eat three subs and burp like chewbacca afterwards.

Okay, it's also weird when I have an episode. He looks at me like he looks at a piece of food, nearly drooling on himself.

Eleanor said he was straight, but uh... I don't know. He kind of hits on me a lot, especially when we were in the mall and shopping for new lingerie for Eleanor.

"You'd look adorable in these," he said, holding up a frilly pink pair of undies.

Yep. That kind of scared me a little bit, not gonna lie.

Did I mention that he actually bought them for me and stuck them in my coat pocket when I wasn't aware?

Well, now you know.

Freaky, right?

It's a good thing Louis is coming over tonight though, since my mum's away we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend.

I hope he knows I love him... I've been ignoring his texts a little bit... Late replies, late calls...

I honestly don't mean to, it's just that Eleanor always wants to move. Go go go! Never stop going.

Shopping, the gym, going out for food, then shopping again.

I never knew the rich life could be so damn hard, I mean, always being on the move can subtract lots of things from your daily routine.

Especially relationships and what not.

Louis.

I can't wait until he gets here, I'm getting all fidgety, sitting on the couch and drumming my fingers on the arm chair.

Something has to be done about this blockage in our relationship... Is it me? Or is it Eleanor?

Probably Eleanor, because lets face it; Louis was never fond of her. But he can't expect me to not have other friends right? She's the only one that wants the position so far.

Well, and Niall, but he's kind of a creep, y'know?

I never thought I'd be the one not wanting to be friends with someone.

The world works in weird ways.

"Babe? The door's locked," Louis says and taps on the window by the front door, and I turn my head, a big smile swooping my face.

"One sec," I call out, putting on my sweatshirt. It's too cold outside not to have one.

When I open the door and see Louis, his cheeks are rosy, along with the tip of his nose and he's bundled in a puffy jacket as little clouds of grey freeze against the air from his breath.

He's too cute. It must be illegal.

"Hey," he breathes out, and I move aside to let him in.

"I brought cookie dough."

Literally the best sentence I've heard all day. Cookies are a major weakness, for pretty much anybody. Except for vegans... How on earth do they pull it off?

Thank god me and Louis aren't about that life, right?

When we get in the kitchen and start to pull out the baking materials, Louis stops to feed me a spoonful of cookie dough, which coats my tongue in sugary goodness.

I giggle and chew softly, looking at him like he's the one who invented the chocolate chip cookie.

"I luff you," I mumble out, trying to swallow back the dough that grips my tastebuds.

He smiles and leans forward to kiss me, and I lean back into him, letting him taste.

He hums lightly, trailing the kiss from my lips to my jawline, sucking softly as I loll my head back and sigh from the feeling.

Goosebumps work their way from my spine to my arms, all the way up to the back of my neck.

He slides his hand from my side to my bum moments later, cupping it and colliding me into his hips, so we're pressed against one another.

I gasp when he licks a stripe above my adams apple, feeling like I'll have another episode just from that single movement.

He makes everything so difficult y'know? Why must he be so god damn flawless?

That's when I pull away and lift the hem of my sweatshirt up, caring less about the cookies and caring more about letting Louis fuck me into next week.

"Let's go upstairs," I say in one breath, and he's already ahead of me, picking me up so I can cling to him. I help him take off his shirt along the way, and up the stairs my lips are dancing over the dips of his collar bones.

When we finally get to my room, we're a mess and panting, and when I'm settled onto the bed, I'm frantically trying to undo my belt, along with my button and my zipper.

"Gonna make you feel so good," Louis promises quietly, leaning over me once we're down to our boxers.

I moan lightly in response, quickly gripping his hair with my fist and kissing him, my legs finding a way to wrap around him.

As we create friction together I'm trying not to let myself go too far, and Louis notices so he rubs his hips slower, pacing himself so he can let me adjust.

"Good?" He asks, tone of voice low and sultry.

"Yeah, so good," I answer as my eyes slip closed and I'm totally caught in the moment, letting it swallow me whole. The only thing I can really feel is my heart pounding against my chest, and my blood flowing hot under my flesh.

He makes me feel like I'm not even human anymore. Just a naked soul. Nothing to hide and nothing to fear. It's comfortable.

It's really comfortable until-

"Haz?" He says, stopping completely.

I whine a little in response from the sudden stop and open my eyes, looking to see that his are fixed across the room.

I follow his line of sight and see the pair of pink frilly undies hanging out of my jacket pocket.

Oh god.

"Haz? What the fuck?" He says, looking at the undies more, then to me again.

I can't even get a damn word out before he's moving away to get his clothes again.

"Lou, please-"

He blows up.

Boom.

"No! Fuck you! You want to be with that skank? Fine. You can be with her."

Does he mean Eleanor? For fucks sake! He should know better than anybody else that I don't swing that way.

"Louis that's not why-"

"Oh, okay. So that's the reason you've been ditching me lately? No texts? No calls?" He's basically whipping on his jacket again and I'm on the verge of tears when I pull on my jeans, scrambling to follow after him.

"Louis! If you'd just listen to me!" I basically scream, but he's so damn fast, and I barely make it to the middle of the staircase when he's nearly out the door.

"No Haz, It's been weeks like this! We're done. Done."

The door slams loud, shaking a picture on the wall. Cue the tears, cue the heartache...

Is something burning?

Shit, the cookies.

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