I'd marry you, harry

I hate you

{poem}

[louis' point of view]

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you rewad my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate it... I hate the way you're always right,

I hate the way you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close,

not even a little bit,

not even at all.