“Harry, what the fuck?” Louis shoved Harry's arms off of him, rolling his eyes at the taller boy's repetitions. He ran his fingers through his hair, then turned his gaze up at Harry, anger evident in his eyes. “You're really not minding the agreement very well right now.” “I do not care,” Harry said neutrally, propping himself up against the sink, “I do not.” He shook his head and frowned at Louis.