Sidelines

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He's tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that's on, humming quietly and he doesn't seem to notice when Louis opens the door. Harry doesn't acknowledge him when he gets in, putting it in reverse and heading towards the frat house without even a glance at Louis.

"You're so fucking passive aggressive, you know," Louis comments, can't help it.

"Can you just keep your mouth shut, I know it must be hard for you but it'd be lovely if you could at least try." Harry replies, his tone casual.

"Oh, it speaks," Louis snorts, propping his feet up on the dashboard.

"Get out of my car." Harry responds as he parks, rolling his eyes as he cuts the engine. Louis sputters, sitting up in his seat and narrowing his eyes. Logically, he knows that Harry's frat is on like, the next street, but he can never pass up the opportunity to be dramatic.

"Really Styles, you wanna sit out the next two games after I tell coach you left me on a random block after kicking me out of your stupidly posh car?"

"You won't tell him, you'll get in trouble too. You want me to open the door for you, or?" Harry's smirking like he knows exactly how childish and infuriating he is.

"I'd rather I get out and you find a cliff to drive off of." Louis snips, his lips turned down in a scowl.

"Dammit, Tomlinson, I was doing so good at not arguing with you. But you're so goddamn annoying, you know that?"

"I'm a fucking delight thank you very much, you're just a giant twat." Louis hisses, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry leans over the center console and he's so fucking close all the sudden, and for a second Louis thinks he's going to kiss him again but instead he opens the fucking door.

"Get out," Harry orders, sitting back in his seat.

"No." Louis huffs, slamming the door shut as hard as he can. He puts his feet back on the dashboard and makes a show of sitting back in his seat. Harry glares at him silently and louis wants to kick himself because this stupid curly haired twat is far too attractive when he's angry. Louis' forced to break their glaring contest because his phone buzzes with a text from Zayn.

stop blowing styles we r getting started without you guys

I hope u rot in hell

We're on our way

"Will you just fucking drive? Our friends are waiting on us," Louis huffs, sticking his leg out to kick Harry in the shoulder. Harry catches his ankle in his hand, squeezing hard as he glares at Louis. Louis blinks, can't help the hot flush that rises on his cheeks. He hates that Harry can fluster him so easily, doing things like grabbing him and getting in his face and touching himself in Louis' bed.

"I know you're only two feet tall, but you could at least try and act like you're not three." Harry states, pushing Louis' leg away. Louis scoffs and tucks his leg under the other, turning towards the window so Harry won't see the flush on his face.

"I made one bloody comment, so you're trying to ditch me on the side of the road, and now I'm childish?"

"Yes." Harry replies, starting the car back up, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. Louis rolls his eyes and doesn't even bother responding; it's useless. Harry puts the car in gear and heads to the frat house, muttering to himself about what a waste of space Louis is.

"Right, well this waste of space was a key component in winning the game today, so," Louis snips, keeping his voice light.

"Fuck off, we would have fucking lost if it wasn't for you and I." Harry spits.