Everywhere

Fighting

Harrys POV

Is he serious? I worked so hard to get him. I love him with all my heart. I mean I understand he is scared but he does not have to disrespect me, right?

So when he finished with his fit. I slammed my hand on the table in rage and stood up infront of him, "I worked so fucking hard for you! I mean everyday was an endless I love him'! I just love you so much, and you don't even understand. I worked my ass off to get you your clothes, perfect room, a nice house, I baked the cake, why can't I eat some of it to?" I shouted, tears were gathering in his eyes, but he stood his ground.

"I'm sorry I didn't know baking a cake, meant stalking the ingredients!" His sarcasm is too much some times.

I clenched my jaw to keep under control.

"And doesn't the saying go you can't bake the cake and eat it to?" His face was solid.

I groaned, "Sometimes you are just way to confident!" He looked taken back for a minute, I probably shouldn't have said that because he has always been insecure about his looks.

But he regained his stern exspression, "Go suck ass!" He replied in a hiss, and turned around.

"Ugh! I can't even walk away, because your obsessive and had to kidnap me!" He groaned.

I look a minuet to regain my original plan.

"Listen we are not fighting." I said simply, because we're not. His face filled with the shut the fuck up look.

"If you want to storm off, I'll bring you to your room, so you can calm down, okay?" I went to grab his hand, and he just stood there, looking shocked. I guess he didn't really think he had a room

As I lead him up the stairs to his room, I tried to talk to him but he just ignored me.

I sighed and open the door to his room. His jaw litterally dropped. Smirking because he liked, I watched him take it in.

The room, itself was beautiful. It had white walls, with blue and red striped. His bed was a white comforter with his stuffed animal, that he has had for all his life. I grabbed it, before I got him.

He has a walk in closet, that has his clothes, color cordinated.

He has a desk, with a labtop, only to watch Netflix, or write. Because I know he likes to write fanfictions about his favorite Netflix series.

His t.v was attached to his wall, and he had to blue bean bags infront of the t.v.

I looked over at him again, to see he was still shocked, "do you like it?" I asked with a little hope, pretended we didn't just fight.

"Wel-i-I mean it's beautiful." He breathed, I guess he didn't remeber the fighting either.

He closed his eyes, and hardened his face.

"Let's just pretend that didn't happen, I lost my temper. Let's start over. Hi I'm Harry!" I reached my hand to him.

"You can't just start over. If we started over I wouldn't be here." He narrowed his eyes.

I sighed, "come on." I gestured to my hand.

He rolled his eyes. He rolled his eyes.

"Really this is rediculace!" I sighed and pulled my arm to my side.

"Your ridiculace!" He shouted back.

"Oh wow, I almost thought you were good at comebacks! But they just sound like stupid cumbacks."

"Oh where did you get that on 'teen relation post'?" His lips were pulled in a thin line, after he finished sneering, of course.

"No I must have pulled it out of you for watching you! You watch you learn!"

Going silent, I knew I went to far, again. I mean I did just pull my stalking him into an insult.

He walked in the room and slammed the door in my face.

Louis' POV

I know it's a bit risky being so rude to him, considering he could kill me at any moment and I just keep pushing the buttons.

But it's not my fault, I loose my temper.

I heard him walking back to the kitchen. And something smash to the ground making a large shattering sound.

Well someone has temper problems. I may loose control. But he has no control.

I took another look at the room. I sighed. All I need to do is think about how to get out of here. There are no window. Maybe if I pretend to like him, I can get an accidental leave the door unlock or something.

Is the door even locked? I walked over to the door and tried to open the door. It was unlocked.

I guess he can throw a tantrum in the kitchen, but not lock the door. Stupid.

When I tiptoed down the stairs, I could still hear hear him throwing things. I saw the livingroom door and crawled over, because the kitchen has that island, were there's that space open.

I thought about how silly it was that I was crawling a crossed the floor.

I was inches away from the door. Just a few more. I silently turned the door nob, "Hey! What are you doing!" Harry shouted.

Plan B. Plan B. Plan B. Plan B. Plan B. Plan B.

I started crying, silently thanking my mom for those actor lessons, I oh so desperately wanted.

"I just, i-i-I'm so scared. Yo-you've been y-yelling and I-I just want to go home!" I wailed and buried my face in my hands. I was know sitting on the floor in front of him.

I heard him let out a sigh of surrender and he lent down next to me.

"Hey I know this is really scarry for you. I guess I came on to strong.." He patted my back. Okay just have to keep up the sympathy, then get him on your side.

"Listen let's just get you to bed, it's 3:00 am and, you've had a long night." He said soothingly.

I nodded my head still feeling my teat stained face.

When we finally got to my room again, he litterally tucked me in. And kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, I love you." He said as he turned off the lights. I don't know if he wanted me to say it back, but I didnt.

So all I have to do, is measly make him think I'm on his side. All right, it's good. So how long in tell I get to see Zayn again? Or what about Matt? What's going to happen to the girls, who will take care of them while moms being a slut? Probly gran. Because she is amazing.