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Louis wakes with a start at the sound of loud banging against his bedroom door, looking over at the door with a scowl before he gets up from his bed.
''Yeah, yeah'' he grumbles as he walks over and opens the door to find Harry standing there naked, absolutely and completely naked.
''Louis''
Louis wakes up, gasping for air as he ran his hand down his face. ''what the fuck is happening to me'' He whispers to himself.
Harry haunts his dreams now? fuck that!
''I've got to get out here'' He says to himself, throwing the duvet off him and getting up from the bed.
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Louis decided that getting some fresh air will do him some good, he's walking down the sidewalk when he hears the sound of feet hitting the pavement, like someone is running behind him.
He stops walking as he turns around to see Harry running towards him, shirtless with his chest and abs glistening with sweat and he's wearing red - Ridiculously short shorts and fuck him, he already knows he's going to remember this exact sight the next time he wanks off.
''You're starring'' Harry smirked as he ran past him and the sweet smell of his cologne mixed with swear hit his nostrils and he had to bite back the groan he wanted to let out right then and there.
He didn't respond to Harry but he did stare at his ass as Harry kept running and all coherent thought left his mind. ''You're still starring!'' Harry called back after him without turning to look at him and Louis swears he could hear that fucking smirk.
And then Louis decides to do something that he'll definitely regret by the end of the day, he chose to run after him, he runs down the sidewalk after him when they finally came to a field, Louis picks up the pace as he launches himself at Harry and tackling him down making sure they hit the grass, yeah, he might hate him but he's not going to hurt him.
Much.
''What the fuck Louis!?'' Harry yells, turning over so Louis was straddling his hips.
''Why did you have to come back here!?'' Louis yells at him.
''My mum lives here! you prick!'' Harry yells back, flipping them so he's on top of him instead and Louis breath caught in his throat. ''And you don't own Holmes Chapel''
''You're not even sorry are you!?''
''Sorry about what!?'' Harry shouts back and Louis loses it completely, he manages to flip them back around so he's back on top of Harry, pinning his wrists above his head.
''About stealing not one, not two but four of me songs!''
''I didn't steal them! You gave them to me!''
Louis let go of his wrists but he didn't get off his lap. ''What the hell are you talking about?''
''You gave them to me, that night after we-'' Louis got off him abruptly.
''Don't you fookin' dare finish that sentence'' Louis spat out.