Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

By aussie_direction

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❝ You'd better run, because there's no way you can hide from me. ❞ More

Description
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
IMPORTANT
Part 8
Announcement
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
THE END
OTHER STORIES

Part 4

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By aussie_direction

Harry and his friends strolled up the front lawn of Louis’ frat house with smug grin’s painted across their faces.

Louis and Niall were inside with the rest of the party, nervously awaiting their arrival. When they did walk through the door, Niall clapped his friend on the back reassuringly before he walked over to them, leaving Louis talking to some girls.

“Harry, Liam, Zayn!” Niall exclaimed, raising both his arms in the air as he spilt beer from the cup. “You made it!”

He wasn’t drunk, not yet. Though he would be by the end of the night.

The others laughed and greeted him in return. “Ni!” Liam replied. “How are ya, bud?”

“Good mate, I’m good.” Niall told him.

“Even here?” Harry asked, gesturing around the house "In this place?"

“Yes Harry.” Niall rolled his eyes. “Even here. I thought you were going to be nice tonight.”

“I am I am!” Harry replied with a laugh. “Promise.”

“Good. Now please, don’t piss him off.” Niall begged making Harry sigh.

“Fine.” He replied. “Tonight can be, like, a temporary truce.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you call it, mate. Just do it.” Niall laughed. “Beer’s in the fridge in the kitchen, help yourselves.”

“Thanks man.” Zayn replied and Niall shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. The amount of beer I’ve had at yours...” He trailed off with a laugh which the others all joined in on.

“Speaking of, I heard there was something going on at yours tonight?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah.” Liam replied. “Ed and Zac are having a party or something.”

“He’s mad at me, isn’t he.” Niall asked, his smile falling from his face. “Cause I told him he couldn’t come here.”

The three all shared a look.

“He was.” Zayn said. “But he’s not anymore. We all talked about it and he gets it.”

“Sure?” Niall continued. “I feel really bad.”

“Don’t worry man. He’s fine.” Liam reassured him.

“Okay.” Niall nodded, smiling a little. “I’m gonna head back to Louis, see if he’s alright. Have fun tonight boys!” He waved before adding quickly “Be nice” to Harry before disappearing into the crowded lounge room.

“Don’t worry man,” Zayn called out after him. “We’ll make sure he is.”

“Ugh.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Where’s the beer. This is going to be a long night.”

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Louis watched the three guys move from the entryway to the kitchen with a scowl.

“Louis.” Niall waved a hand in front of his face. “You zoned out.”

Louis shook his head and looked back at his blonde friend. “Sorry. What were you saying?” he slurred a little.

“Woah.” Niall said, reaching out to take the cup from his hands. “Let’s slow down a little, yeah?”

“No way!” Louis replied, yanking his hand back. “It’s only 9:30!”

Niall rolled his eyes, giving up on trying to take the cup. “What were you looking at?” He asked.

“What? I, uh, nothing.” Louis replied, a little shocked.

“You were staring at them, weren’t you.” Niall sighed. “Don’t worry about them. They’ll be nice and besides, this could finally make them stop with all this fucking pranking shit.”

“You think?” He asked.

“Yeah man. Maybe after tonight, if we could all just get along at this party, it’ll stop.”

Louis smirked “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah. But you gotta admit, the pranks are pretty fucking fun.”

“Louis,” Niall said warningly.

“Oh come on Ni! It’s fun!” He laughed.

“Yeah, not when you’re on the receiving end of their shit.” Niall reasoned. “I thought you hated it?”

“I do hate it.” Louis retorted.

“But you love it?” Niall said, confused.

“Yes.” Louis stated.

“Like you love him?” Niall asked making Louis sigh.

He hesitated but after a while, he spoke. “Yeah.” He breathed, putting his drink in the hands of a girl who was walking by.

“Hey thanks!” She called out as she walked away with it. Louis just smiled in response.

“You’re right, I’m gonna slow down.” Louis admitted, running his hand through his hair.

“You need to stop beating yourself up over this.” Niall comforted him.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Louis sighed. “Why do I feel like this, Ni? Why?”

“Love’s a weird thing.” Niall replied. “You can’t explain it.”

Louis rubbed his face in frustration. “This wasn’t a good idea. We shouldn’t have invited them.”

“Louis,” Niall sighed. “C’mon, let’s go enjoy the party. Just forget about it, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded.

“I’m gonna go find them, hang with them for a while, okay? You’re welcome to come, by the way.” Niall said before turning and leaving Louis alone.

He sighed and sat down on a couch where a couple making out kept bumping him. He was uncomfortable, but didn’t want to move. He wanted to think.

This always happened, whenever he thought about Harry.

He couldn’t help but think that his feelings were very much like their pranking relationship.

I hate that I love him. I hate that he treats me the way he does but I still feel like this. And somehow, I love it. It’s the only way he ever talks to me. The only way I get to see him is through this stupid game we play. Louis thought to himself.

He groaned and closed his eyes as he threw his head back on the couch.

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“Fucking finally.” Harry said as Liam chucked him a can of beer from the fridge.

The kitchen wasn’t all that crowded, thankfully, there were only a few other people around. Harry saw Louis sitting on the couch and smirked before turning his back and forgetting about the kid. If he was supposed to be nice tonight, then the best way to avoid a fight was to avoid him entirely.

“Calm down.” Zayn laughed as he caught his can from Liam.

“You’re welcome.” Liam said sarcastically as he jumped up onto the counter next to Harry.

All three of them took a long gulp from their drinks and sat back just as Niall walked over to them.

“Hey hey! Enjoying yourselves?” He said as he stood next to Zayn.

“Yeah man. Great party.” Liam replied as he nodded.

“Have you spoken to Louis yet?” Niall asked the group.

“Nah not yet,” Zayn replied. “Why?”

“Just, go easy on him, yeah?” Niall asked. “Please.”

“Okay, for the thousandth time. Fine.” Harry replied. “You can stop asking now.”

“I’m serious.” Niall said, his smile dropping. “You don’t understand how much this means to him.” He added under his breath.

Harry looked confusedly between Liam and Zayn before letting out a little laugh. “What?”

“Just, please.” Niall repeated one last time before turning away back to the other room.

“Woah woah woah!” Harry exclaimed, jumping off the bench and grabbing Niall’s arm. “Not so fast.”

Niall tried to pull away but Harry held on. “What did you just say?”

Niall looked hesitant, but sighed and gave in. “You don’t understand how much this means to him.”

“How much what means to him?” Harry asked.

“You being here, and especially you being nice. It- It means a lot.”

“Why?” Harry scoffed.

“Cause he loooves you.” Zayn joked, high fiving Liam.

“Yeah,” Liam agreed before he started making kissy faces and laughing along with Zayn.

“Shut the fuck up.” Niall warned. “Just leave him alone about it."

“What?” Liam asked, immediately stopping his fun. “That was a joke.”

"Fuck." Niall said.

"What?" Zayn asked.

"Oh my... fuck." Harry's eyes widened.

"Shit." Niall cursed.

“Are you serious?” Harry asked Niall, raising his voice. “You better not be fucking with me or I swear.”

“Shut up.” Niall hissed. “You’re so fucking loud, he’ll think something’s up.”

“Well something is up!” Harry replied. “What the fuck are you saying?”

“Nothing,” Niall said quickly. “Just drop it.”

“I can’t drop it, not now.” Harry shook his head. “Spill.”

Niall just stared back at him. He opened his mouth to talk but instead, he turned and bolted through the crowd, leaving Harry and his friends in a stunned silence.

“Fuck.” Harry said.

Then, Liam and Zayn burst out laughing.

“Shut up!” Harry whined, suppressing his giggle. “It’s not funny.”

“Then why are you laughing?” Zayn asking, still trying to contain himself.

Harry let out a laugh but caught himself. “I’m not,” He said, biting his lip.

Liam wiped his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “So he actually loves you, hey.”

“Fuck.” Harry blinked a few times in realisation. “He does.”

“HA!” Zayn laughed. “You’re fucked mate.”

“It’s not as if he’s the only one who’s ever loved me after I’ve teased them.” Harry reasoned. “It’ll just be like all those other times where I’ve had to break a few hearts.”

“But its Louis,” Liam reminded him. “You can’t do that to him. Or Ni will hate you.”

Harry took a deep breath before sculling the remainder of his drink. “Fuck.”

He ran his hand through his hair.

So Louis actually did love him. And Harry couldn’t do a thing about it. Well, not what he normally did anyways.

Harry didn't love Louis. Harry didn't love anyone or anything. Except maybe sex. He didn't do relationships or feelings. He just teased.

But if Louis loved him, then the teasing would have to stop. He couldn't lead him on, especially with Niall being his best friend.

He looked over to the couch where he last saw Louis. He was now standing near it and talking to Niall and a few girls. They were touching the boys arms and being overly flirty.

Harry felt a pang of jealousy run through him. Only he was allowed to be flirty with Louis and only he was allowed to tease him.

Harry clenched his fist, crushing the can in his hand as he did so.

“Jesus, Harry.” Liam exclaimed with a laugh. “Calm down, mate.”

“Whatever.” Harry replied, grabbing another drink from the fridge. He looked at it in his hand before putting it back. “I need something stronger,” He muttered to himself before reaching up to the top shelf and grabbing down the bottle of rum.

He poured himself some in the bottom of a cup before filling the rest of it with coke and taking a long gulp.

Then, he turned and started walking towards Louis and Niall.

“Woah, Harry. What are you doing?” Zayn grabbed his arm.

“I need to talk to him. He doesn’t get to fuck with my head like this. I’m the one who has control over him, not the other way around.” Harry snapped before marching off through the crowd.

Liam and Zayn shared a look before getting up to follow him, knowing it may not end well, regardless of Niall’s plea to Harry.

When Harry gets something in his head, there’s no stopping him.

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IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG OMG PLEASE DONT HATE ME! <3 <3

~ Vic xo

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