Forevertonight287
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“What is your problem?” Louis yelled. He couldn’t keep doing this; he didn’t want Harry to hate him for nothing anymore. “I try so hard to be nice to you, and believe me, it’s fucking difficult. I’ve been doing everything you tell me to do and putting up with your shit for the past three months. What more do you want from me? What am I doing wrong?”
“This is my band, you asshole!” Harry was quick to respond. “We’re known across the country for having the best snareline in the world, and its not fucking fair! I have given everything to my band for the past three years, and all you’ve done is best a drum for a season! I’ve done more for this band than you ever will, and yet you get all the credit! Tell me how the fuck that’s fair!”
“Get over it!” Louis screamed. “If you’re so god damn insecure that you feel challenged by someone who isn’t even trying to compete with you, then you have no business being up on the podium.”
“Yeah?” Harry challenged. “Well if you can’t manage to co-lead with one other person, then you have no business trying to direct an entire band.”
Louis didn’t respond to that. He just glared at harry for a few seconds before turning around and making his way to the exit.
“Shut the door on your way out, snare.”
Snare, a Larry Stylinson romance by @Forevertonight287. COMING SOON TO WATTPAD.
