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The tasteless cupcake is shoveled down within sec<strong>on</strong>ds before he c<strong>on</strong>tinues his journey back to<br />
his flat.<br />
He has half a mind to take all of Harry’s shit <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> make lawn ornaments out of it. Skew them<br />
across the grass <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> never look back. But, then he would lose his flat <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’d most likely be<br />
living in a shopping cart rather than pushing <strong>on</strong>e <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s weighing his opti<strong>on</strong>s very heavily. He’s<br />
not that stupid, but anger is blinding sometimes. He should’ve used that last percentage to call<br />
Niall, surely his truck was ready by now, but he had this hope that Harry would morph into a<br />
decent human being l<strong>on</strong>g enough to answer his ph<strong>on</strong>e call after the twelfth time. But, no, he was<br />
wr<strong>on</strong>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry is still an asshole <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ freezing his fucking face off out here <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he hates<br />
everything.<br />
He hates everything.<br />
His expressi<strong>on</strong> is sour <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s a little worried that it’ll be stuck like that forever when his flat<br />
finally comes into view. It’s still about another five minute walk, but there’s a finish line in sight<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it makes him insides warmer just thinking about it. The fact that Harry would do this to him<br />
isn’t hurtful, really it isn’t. It’s infuriating <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it makes Louis bite his lip so hard the familiar taste<br />
of copper <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the bright color of crims<strong>on</strong> is leaking from the pressure. Yeah, he sensed from the<br />
beginning that Harry was trouble, it evaporated from his fucking pores, but he never thought it<br />
would reach this level. To tell some<strong>on</strong>e you’re going to be there in what, twenty-five minutes, is<br />
what he said, then to just not show up at the same time he’s hitting the hater butt<strong>on</strong> <strong>on</strong> every single<br />
<strong>on</strong>e of Louis attempts at getting a<strong>hold</strong> of him?<br />
Bastard.<br />
But Louis' not going to dwell, because he’s reached his flat <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the next missi<strong>on</strong> <strong>on</strong> his mind is<br />
getting everything in <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> unpacked. Sure enough, it’s then that headlights are pulling into the<br />
driveway, half-blinding him <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> making him even more irritated than before, if that was close to<br />
being a possibility. Of course Harry would be arriving right at the same time as him, he’d actually<br />
rather do this all by himself, but the skin <strong>on</strong> his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s is drying out <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> making it hurt to use, so.<br />
A curly brown head bobbles out from the drivers side, sauntering (he’s not in any rush) over to<br />
where Louis is st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ing. The t<strong>on</strong>e of Louis' words is about as venomous as he can possibly muster<br />
when the syllables finally leave his frozen lips, “D<strong>on</strong>’t even think about breathing in my general<br />
directi<strong>on</strong>.” He hisses without as much as a glance Harry’s way.<br />
He can hear a sharp exhale, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s a good minute before Harry even manages to move. When he<br />
does, it towards the cart, already starting to pack <strong>on</strong> as many bags as he possibly can, before<br />
wordlessly c<strong>on</strong>tinuing to the fr<strong>on</strong>t door. Louis couldn’t give <strong>on</strong>e single fuck if he’s hurt Harry’s<br />
feelings, in fact, he hopes that he did. The way Harry walks indicates he's riddled with guilt,<br />
hanging his head <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> averting his eyes. It’s a silence that’s full of tensi<strong>on</strong> when they’ve gotten all<br />
the food in, <strong>on</strong>ly the shuffling of bags <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the clanks as c<strong>on</strong>tainers hit the table <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the counter.<br />
They’re putting everything away, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis has to physically bite back <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> swallow his words,<br />
because if he says them, there’s no doubt they’d be sharp enough to crumple Harry, he has a gift<br />
for that.<br />
He plans to get this d<strong>on</strong>e, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> then go straight to his room, run the hottest bath he can h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>le<br />
before boiling himself <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> taking his tired, angry ass straight to bed.<br />
Harry is the first to say anything, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his voice is light <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> timid, it’s almost childlike, “I’m sorry,<br />
Louis, I-“<br />
“I d<strong>on</strong>’t want your excuses, that was fucking rude, Harry. Blatantly <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> wholly fucking rude. I<br />
waited for you, for over an hour <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> you never came,” The more he talks to angrier he gets. But