Off to the Races
He got up, and stomped over to Harry, grabbing the beer and throwing it at the wall, glass shattering and foam fizzing on the wall. the look on Harry's face was priceless, shocked and surprised by Louis' reaction. "Harold. Edward. Styles. You will fuck me right now whether you like it or NOT." Louis shouted, his heart pounding and his fists clenched. Harry's been pulling these games a lot lately, getting Louis all worked up but never actually doing anything. It was frustrating, and Louis had had enough.
"What has gotten into you, lately?! You've been really bitchy and demanding, and I'm fucking sick of it!" Harry screamed back, stepping up and towering over Louis. Oh no, he was not having this right now. Louis was in charge, not this tall, unfunny freak jerk. Louis grabbed him by the ear, and pulled him over to the bed, him yelling out "Stop!" and "Ouch, ow, stop it Lou!" before he landed on the bed with a thud.
"You will NOT speak to me that way, understand you fucking dick?!" Louis squalled, pointing his delicate finger right at Harry. Yeah, Louis was more feminine, half the size of Harry, but he was always in control. Always.
or where Louis has had enough of Harry's BS
Away Childish Things