I'm fine, We're fine [boyxboy]

Five

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Harry's POV

"Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured."

Mark Twain could not have been more wrong.

The acid inside of me was burning and bubbling, growing stronger with every word that slipped between Louis lips. It became more potent every time the tips of his fingers would graze the back of my neck. That smile on his face was bringing me to the rim and the acid- the slicing, pungent anger that was brewing, wasn't going to hurt me.

I hadn't touched him when he straddled me, but now I was. The material of his jeans slid under my hands as they found their way to the waistband. They hugged him close and I could feel a little extra skin spilling over the sides.

I had told Louis to lay off the damn tea.

Louis didn't listen, he never did. I told him he was getting pudgy and still he insisted on tea. Just like he still insisted on doing the shit that pissed me off.

He's cute, isn't he!

Was I not enough for him? Was I not cute enough for him? The picture he showed me had the sex appeal of a mushroom, so no, Louis, I did not think he was very cute. Liam wasn't worth a second glance. Oh, but Louis thought so, didn't he?

Louis liked the trimmed hair, the deep brown eyes. He liked the tattoos and the stupid, lopsided grin the man in the picture had. What about mine? Hadn't he told me he liked my eyes, the way my smile stretched across my face? What about my hair? He certainly never complained when I was fucking him and it was all he could hold onto.

I would call myself a jealous man. What was mine belonged to me and I didn't like sharing. The more the bitter green monster welled up in me, the more love I felt for Louis. Jealousy and love went hand in hand. You didn't get one without the other and Louis was going to get a taste of both. But the more he screwed with me, the worse it got.

"Am I cute to you, Louis."

"Babe, come on, it was just a picture." Louis fingered a loose curl around my neck and it didn't send a wave of chills down my spine like it usually would have.

"Answer me."

The smile was still plastered on his face, but I watched as my words made it fall from his lips.

"Harry, you know I think you're the sexiest, most handsome man I've ever seen. There's no need for you to get jealous." Every few words would end with a short break where Louis would peck my cheek or the tip of my nose before he kept talking. "You know I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyo- Baby, that hurts..."

My fingers had curled into the supple skin that poked out over the waistband of his trousers. The tip of my nails dug in as I tightened my grip on him and leaned close to his face. "You're crazy enough about me to ask me if I think someone else is cute."

Louis shifted between my hands and broke his hold around my neck. His sweaty, slim fingers tried to pry my hold off of him, but I didn't budge. The only movement I made was just enough to pinch the little bit of fat that was on his side.

"Harry, please, you're turning nothing into someth-." Louis winced and I smiled.

"You tell me there's no need for me to get jealous," I said in a toneless voice. "Yet, you shove Zayn's phone in my face with a picture of another man?" Each word brought an ounce of pressure onto where I was holding him. "And you tell me you don't want anyone else."