'Louis pull over.'
'Harry for fuck sake its only been like half an hour since I got in the drivers seat! Plus we have 6 miles until the nearest sevice station.' I grumbled. He's so annoying but to be honest I kind of like it. Damn it I've liked him since I saw him. I love the fact he only just found a voice to stick up for himself. I love that he argues with me. I love how he flicks his brown curls out of his face and pushes his glasses up when they fall down. I know you're probably thinking... 'God Louis... You're this hard ass punk boy who's acting like a fucking girl!' Truth is... I don't give a shit! I'm agreeing with the people who always told me bullies bully the people they like. I guess its true huh?
'Louis I'm bored.'
Inside I was laughing. I don't know why but I just was. His whiny voice didn't seem to piss me off much now seeing as I've finally given into the fact that I like him. Before I would have punched his pretty damned face, but I couldn't. Even when I bullied him I couldn't physically hurt him. I don't know why but every time I came close to wanting to punch him or kick him... I stopped before I even touched his flawless light skin. A bruise would ruin him. I sighed sinking back in my seat, tongue as usual playing with my lip ring. My hands were less tight on the wheel and the sun was starting to disappear as dark clouds started moving over. I sighed. One thing I hate is rain... Another is thunder and another is lightning.
'Louis?'
I turned briefly to see Harry pushing his glasses up with his long, slim index finger. I sighed and mumbled,
'Yeah Harry?'
'Does it hurt getting tattoos?'
What a question... It hurt the first couple of times, but soon my body kind of came accustomed to the pain. Numb if you will. I shrugged and turned slightly.
'I guess it depends on where you get one...'
'Do yours hurt?'
'No not anymore at least. They did for a couple of hours the day after.' I said turning my eyes back on the road seeing a couple of rain splatters on the windscreen. I flicked the windscreen wipers on and sighed yet again. Harry sunk down in his seat, his curls falling everywhere. I'm really falling here, but seeing as we have to spend months together traveling the UK... I guess I'll have to get used to having him do all these adorable things. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as we pulled to a stop, a que of traffic forming. Brilliant...
'Can I turn the ra-'
'No...'
'Why not?' I grumbled and he just huffed. Great answer. I sighed sinking into my seat, my hands falling on my lap. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. He's haunting my fucking mind. His big green eyes dancing with laughter, his pink lips split showing off his teeth. His dimples showing as he grinned. Ugh stupid Geek Boy! Stupid me! Stupid everything... Ugh. I clenched my teeth but lept out of my skin, when a horn sounded. My eyes shot open, hands grabbing the wheel. My heart was thumping as I slammed my foot on the accelerator. My heart wasn't the only thing I could hear. Laughter. I turned to see Harry laughing in his seat his cheeks burning red.
'Stop laughing...' I grumbled as the rain started thundering down on the car and I started getting cold. Damn... Why didn't I grab a jumper from my bag before we left? I growled and tried not to smile as it started going high pitched. My heart seemed to flutter in its beats. Curse little Geek Boy.
'Y-Your face was a-a picture.' He chocked out before everything went silent. I pulled to a stop again and couldn't help but smile this time. I even attempted to bit my lip but it was a little to late for that. My tongue slipped out swipping over my drying lips as I looked over. It really wasn't that funny.
'Harry seriously stop laughing! Don't like die on me or something...'
'B-But y-you ha... I-I'm sorry. I-I'll calm down.'
I smirked as he leaned back chewing his lip, pushing up his glasses. He really is... Stupid but adorable. Yeah means I still hate him but I like him. Ah whatever. I got the car into gear and we crawled forwards. Harry seemed to shift around a lot, little groans leaving his mouth as we crawled down the road in the stupid fucking traffic.
'L-Louis I-I really have to pee...'
Ugh nice... I groaned myself, knowing I needed to get up and stretch. My back was already starting to ache. Jesus its only been I dunno an hour now thanks to the traffic. Harry's groaning got louder and more annoying.
'Harry just wait for fuck sake! I can't get to a sevice station until we get out of this bloody lock...' I growled and his groaning stopped, turning to whimpers. I wish the fucking traffic would stop being... Being annoying. Ugh! I need to get the hell out of here! Finally the traffic seemed to push on forward and I saw the service station sign. Harry yelled,
'YAY! I CAN FINALLY PEE!'
I rolled my eyes as a grinned formed on my lips. I flicked on the indicators and checked behind before pulling into the lane leading to the service station. The windscreen wipers were working less tirelessly seeing as the rain was lessening. Thank the Lord there was no thunder or lightning. I pulled into the carpark and into a space. I pressed on the brake, pulling on the handbrake and turning off the ignition before pulling out the key. I turned to Harry and he smiled slightly.
'Lets go then before you piss yourself.'
'Good idea Tat boy.' He muttered, shooting me a cheesy grin before climbing out and dashing off towards the big building. Seriously was I blushing? No for fuck sake I don't blush! Other people blush becuse this badass motherfucker can do anything he likes. I climbed out and slammed the door, locking the car before running inside, to see Harry by the coffee shop. Wow that was quick. I laughed slightly and Harry smiled. Ugh this is so weird.
'Rains stopping... Want to sit outside for a bit? There's ducks.' He said, his smile turning into that cheesy grin, his dimples showing up prominatnly in his cheeks. Curse those dimples. I rubbed my inked arms and looked around. I was feeling... Exposed. I reached my hand up and played with my plugs. I saw Harry smirk. Here we go....
'Scared to be in public with me Louis?'
'N-No... I mean no! Why would I be?'
Oh fuck sake! I looked at the floor my cheeks flaming up red. Fuck, FUCK, FUCK! Right now I just want to jump off a cliff, drive off a bridge or choke to death on coffee or tea... Ugh. I looked up and Harry was still smirking and I was still God damn blushing. I need to think of something.
'So... Uhm hows about we go and see those ducks?'
He chuckled and I mentally face palmed. Fucking lame and very smooth Louis. I flushed a darker red. I stormed passed Harry and through the coffee shop and barged out of the door into the freezing air. Need to cool down. I looked around, pulling a chair over to the bar. I sat down and watched the mother duck and her ducklings. There were six ducklings. Swimming around and following the mother duck, but one was lagging behind. I felt a familiar squeeze in my chest. I remember being like that little duckling. Used to be so loved, but when he grows older he gets pushed out. No one understands how he feels as he gets muscled out.
'Are you alright Louis? You're crying.'
I blinked, feeling cold water running down my face. I quickly wiped my eyes and looked at Harry. His smirk had faded into a thin line. He looked concerned. Why?
'No I'm not... I just had stuff in my eyes...' I muttered looking away at the little ducklings. Why me? Why did I have to get the fucked up life? Why did I deserve it? I sighed heavily. I saw bits of bread flying over the rain. Oh fucking hell not bird feeding.
'What are you doing?' I hissed. He chuckled, urging the ducks nearer us. I smiled slightly as the ducks climbed out and waddled towards us. I turned to Harry and he grinned.
'Hand feed it.'
'What? Don't be fucking stupid.'
'I'm not. Watch dumbass.'
Hurtful... I watched him as these little ducklings walked over to his, nipping the bread out of his light skinned hands. I watched that smile come on his face, his glasses gradually sliding down his nose. I sighed and he handed me some bread. Here goes... I held my hand out for the mother duck and I was about to withdraw my hand when the little fucker bit me. I yelped. THE FUCKING THING BIT MY BLOODY HAND! I held my hand and Harry laughed... AGAIN! HE FUCKING LAUGHED AT MY PAIN!
'Fucking ducks...!' I muttered.