Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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"Louis ..." a voice said lightly. I groaned as I turned to the side, hoping to be able to fall asleep again.

I felt something caressing my cheek and my voice saying, laughing slightly, "Louis ... wake up ... I'm bored."

I slapped his hand away, irritated. Suddenly a pair of sweet lips caught mine. I opened my eyes so I could see two bright green eyes, a little smile, and those dimples of his.

"Wow, you sleep a lot. It's 10.00! " he said, exaggerating. I just stared at him, still half asleep.

He chuckled with a smile, "Your hair is sexy right now."

I laughed in embarrassment, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.

He pouted, "You're not nice."

I muttered groggily, "Lie down with me ..."

"But I'm hungry," he groaned like a child. I gave him a dirty look, amused, "Are you really begging me for food? Go ask my mother to do cook you something. "

"She left with the girls to some birthday party," he said.

"Who is it that celebrates at ten in the morning ?!" I exclaimed.

I sighed, "I don't even know how to cook."

"I do," he replied instantly. I rolled my eyes, going back to curl up under the covers, "So cook."

"You're grumpy in the morning," I heard him mutter before I heard the door close. I stayed in bed for a few moments, but still I was too curious to know what he was doing not to go see. I rubbed my eyes before getting up and walking out of my room. Following the sounds, I reached the kitchen, in time to see him wandering around, confused.

"You need help?" I offered seeing him lost. He gasped at my voice, "Christ, you scared me! And yes ... what do we do, pancakes? " I raised an eyebrow, "And when did I offer to cook?"

"When you asked me to be your boyfriend," he smiled. I snorted, giving up, "Well, how do we make pancakes?" His face lit up, looking at me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Yay! Well, we need eggs, milk, flour, butter, baking powder and salt. " I stared at him, and he smiled back as he gathered the ingredients. I grinned as I grabbed some bowls and spoons, realizing they would be needed. He unpacked the items and began to weigh them.

Feeling a bit useless, I grabbed the yeast. I groaned, struggling in an effort to open it, and it exploded in my face, I gasped and Harry began to laugh hysterically. He kept his hands on his stomach trying to catch his breath as I tried to brush off the yeast in my face. I gave him a grim look, "Oh, do you find it so funny?" He shook his head in an attempt to stop laughing but failed miserably, nodding, "Y-Yes! Your- Your face!"

I grinned taking a handful of yeast and throwing it at him. He gasped, stopping any hint of laughter and gaping at me, "Hey!" I laughed under my mustache, amused, "Oops ..." Soon he too grabbed some yeast throwing it at me and in no time a real war began. The yeast and flour flew from side to side without demeanor.

I grabbed an egg while he had turned to get some flour and broke it on his head. He stiffened and put his hands to his head. After realizing what had happened, touching the egg yolk on his head, he turned to me, disgusted. I stifled a laugh as I saw her green eyes flare up. "What the hell!" he screamed. I smiled, "You are tender when you get angry." He gave me an infernal look and took some butter in his hand, with the clear intention of spreading it on my face.

However, I grabbed his wrist and he snorted in frustration. I slapped the butter on his lips and he groaned. I dropped the butter on the floor. I laughed as he still glared at me, "I hate you."

I grinned and walked over to him to gently kiss his buttery lips. He melted at that touch and my hands made their way through her yeast-covered curls. I laughed against his mouth, watching the yeast dripping dusty from his hair.

We parted from the kiss and I looked at him, pleased, "Do you still hate me now?" He nodded, "Yep." I nudged him with a pout, "That's not nice of you."

"You're not cute!" he declared. Suddenly I heard a sigh of amazement and turned around, seeing my mom with her mouth open. I turned to Harry, smiling in embarrassment.

"Hi mom.." I said nervously.

***

"Would you like to come to my house tonight?" Eleanor asked, barely panting. "Uh," I said unsure. Harry told me he didn't want me to have sex with her, because it was apparently wrong... "I can't. I'm still in detention. " While it was true, I said it because I hated seeing Harry upset. It broke my heart to see him cry.

"Sorry, it's just that I can't." The bell rang and I kissed her.
She snorted as she walked out. She could be as angry as she wanted, I didn't care. I walked over to my locker and grabbed the books from my next lesson. But as I was about to enter Science I stiffened, hearing a knock. And then a familiar voice laughing, "Hey, fagot." I frowned as soon as I heard a groan of pain. Zayn, the voice, said, "So you really like taking it in the ass huh? The cock. " I turned and noticed Zayn imprisoning Harry against the locker. I found myself frowning. That would be if I came out.

"I don't know why, but Louis left you alone, and don't think you got away with it. You are still a cock sucker! " screaming in his face. Harry's eyes caught mine and he gave me a desperate, pleading look. I sighed, answering him with a mortified look. I couldn't risk it. Zayn's fist hit Harry in the stomach, knocking him to his knees in agony. Zayn left satisfied, yelling, "See you, fag" As soon as he was out of my sight I hurried to Harry, who was moaning in pain. I knelt beside him asking him softly, "Are you okay, angel?" He nodded weakly, trying to get to his feet, wincing from time to time and clutching his stomach. I grabbed his hands to help him, and wrapped my arm around his hips to support him.

"Sorry if I didn't help you ..." I apologized softly, walking down the hall. He gave me a fake smile, "Okay ... I understand." I sighed, giving him a little kiss on the cheek, "Zayn would have noticed that something has changed, my angel ..."

He nodded, picking up his books from where he dropped them to the ground. Harry looked up, "Yeah, I get it, we can't be seen together ..." He walked away to his next lesson and I realized a slight bitterness in his tone. Is angry?