They Called Us Larry Stylinson [BOOK 1]

A Laugh To Ease The Pain

~Three Days Later~

"What the hell are we even doing?!" I scream in frustration.

Louis laughs, bitterly. "I would like to know the same thing, because frankly, this is all a bunch of rubbish!"

I snort. "Oh? Am I rubbish now?"

Louis avoids the question and continues. "To be completely honest here, this would have never happened if you didn't convince us to all get drunk that night."

"So now it's my fault? You kissed me!"

"As I recall, you're the one that kiss me, not the other way around."

I glare at Louis. Then a slight smirk was placed on my lips. "But you let me." I said, smugly. "And you started it."

Louis looks at me, dumb-founded. "But, I proved it to you twice that you liked and wanted it."

He was right, but it still doesn't make this my fault. If you ask me, it was more his fault than mine. He started the kiss and we all know I'm the horny one out of all of us. And yes, I may have liked it, but again, that leads to the fact that I'm a horny bastard.

"You took control." I said, still blaming him.

"I asked you if you wanted it."

"I never gave you an answer!" I huffed.

"Yet, you didn't stop me." Louis said, with a smirk.

"Yes, I did!" I know I did.

"Not at first, you didn't."

"I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing." I said, trying to defend myself.

"Harry, if you were honestly too drunk to not know what you were doing, you wouldn't have remember what happen that night, but you do. That proves it even more that you knew exactly what you were doing."

"Well, what about you?!" I was seriously getting pissed. This wasn't just my fault. "You continued to kiss me and then again, almost kissed me in your own bedroom! And just as you said, if we were too drunk, we wouldn't have remember anything. So now you just screwed yourself in saying that you knew exactly what you were doing too." I huffed out and bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything else, but it didn't work. I looked away from Louis, too shy to say this to his face. "And if I remember clearly, you asked if you could try something. That's what lead to the kiss. So again, you started it."

I heard Louis take a sharp breath and I knew he realized where I was getting at. If he asked to do it, what does that say about him? That means he had been thinking about it first before he actually did it.

"So tell me, Lou." I look into Louis' eyes and hold his gaze. "What does this say about your actions?"

Louis snorted. "You have no room to talk. You did as I did three days ago, remember? And it actually was in your bedroom."

I wince. "Yeah, I remember. I remember quiet clearly, but that was just to sort things out in my own head." Although, it didn't work.

"Oh, so I'm your test doll? Is that it? Or am I just someone to satisfiy your needs? Come on, now! Speak!" Louis was raising his voice again.

"You let me do it! Hell, you fucking asked me to do it! So don't go saying I'm using you because if you ask me, you're using me!"

"How the hell do you think I'm using you?!" Louis yells at me.

"Because you know, you fucking know that I can't control myself most the time, yet, you still go and tease me. Knowing that the slightest things get me going. So a little whisper here and an almost make-out session there. God Lou, I can't do this! Over the last few days, being with you and your little games has turned me on more then watching --" I stop myself short as I realize what I was about to say. Louis looks at me abit shocked but also abit pleased.