another stupid hate song

Chapter 18

"Nah. You're not even a little bit scary"

"Fuck off!" Harry said, picking up a pillow and throwing him at Louis

Louis shrieked a bit and protected himself with his arms. The pillow hit him and then fall on the floor

"Did you just throw a pillow at me, Harold?!" he half laughed, half tried to act mad

He wasn't actually mad. How could he be when Harry was sitting cross-legged on his bed with those piercing green eyes intently staring at Louis -with a mischievous spark inside, but still. How could he when Harry was just so cute that it was physically impossible for Louis to be mad at him.

"Did I?" he just replied, playing the innocent card

See? Adorable.

Louis picked the pillow from the floor and threw it back on the bed next to Harry.

"You did" Louis said before leaving the room

"Where are you going" he heard from behind

"Cooking myself a meal" he replied, going downstairs to the kitchen

What the fuck was he saying? There was no way in hell he was cooking himself anything. His mum would want to have a house when she came back, not a burnt house with a burnt son inside who tried to cook pasta and miserably failed.

He was probably going to call ubereats because, well. It'd cost less to pay delivery than to pay for a new house.

He looked for his phone in his pockets but didn't find it. He probably left it upstairs. He went upstairs, and the minute he opened the door, he saw Harry lying on his back in Louis' bed. He had a phone -Louis' phone- in front of his face.

"What the-"

"You forgot your phone, idiot" Harry said, still looking at Louis' phone screen

"What are you doing with my phone?"

Harry averted his eyes from the phone to look at Louis

"Taking some nudes for you" he said before putting the phone down and lifting on his elbows

Louis' jaw went slack. If it could, it'd have hit the floor like in these cartoons. What the fuck? Did he really? Louis hoped he really did. Not that he would, like, look at them and all that but... who was he trying to fool?

The motherfucker smirked and tilted his head at Louis' reaction

"Did you really?" was all Louis was able to say

"Guess you'll find out when you unlock your phone" he shrugged

Harry stood up and walked past Louis.

Louis absolutely didn't rush to his bed to look at his phone as soon as Harry was out of sight. He didn't. Nope. Anyways, after walking casually to his bed and throwing himself onto it, he took his phone. He unlocked it and opened the photos in hope to see pics of Harry. He did see a single pic of Harry. It was him raising his middle finger up with a smirk

"Fucker" Louis muttered

"Disappointed much?" he heard from next to him

Louis jumped and lifted his head up to see Harry sneering at him. What the- he didn't even hear Harry coming back into the room. Louis really, really hoped that he didn't see him running to his phone. It'd be embarrassing

"No" he replied before closing the app

"Of course not" he rolled his eyes

"Shut up"