The closer I get to Louis house the less confident I get. What if he doesn't want to see me? What if he hates me now? What if he wants to break up? I shake my head and run my fingers through my curls. C'mon Harry you can do this. Man up.
My stomach clenches as I get into the rougher side of town. Even though I'm in one of the two most feared gangs in San Francisco I still get nervous."Change! Help!" I hear a beggar say. He clings to my leg, a wild expression in his eyes. I kick him off and walk faster. Though the entire way to Louis' house I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched....
As I see the house with the worst paint job in history my heart skips a beat. Louis is so close. I run the last bit till I'm outside his door.
Do I knock? Do I just walk in? Should I go in the back door? I push all these thoughts back and walk in. I peer in the sitting room to find it empty. The kitchen is empty too, apart from being covered in pizza boxes and beer cans. I slip up the stairs and hear muffled crying. I peek in quietly so Louis won't know I'm here, and gape at what I see.
Louis Tomlinson, the most feared gang member in San Francisco, a man who was even feared by the police force, is curled in a ball cuddling my plain white shirt.
"Louis," I whisper.
*Louis' POV*
I wake up soon after I fall asleep. There were so many nightmares. In the first one I killed Harry and in the second one Harry left me for Britney. When I woke, I could smell Harry and I thought he had come back to me. That's when I realised the smell was coming off his shirt, and my heart sank.
That's when I heard the voice of an angel, my angel, say my name. I glance up and through my year stained eyes I see Harry hesitantly stepping toward me.
"Louis I know you hate me but I..." Harry started but he shut up when I put a finger to my lips. I reach out and take his hand and pat the space on the bed beside me. Harry smiles and climbs in under the duvet. I sit up slightly and pull off my shirt and pants so I'm lying in my boxers. I motion to Harry to do the same. He pulls off his shirt and I gasp a little when I see his perfeclyt toned abs and his many tattoos. Some would find them ugly but I find them beautiful because they are apart of him. He throws his clothes in the pile with mine. I turn so I'm facing him and begin to trace around his butterfly with my pinky finger. We staye like that in silence for a while until I speak.
"Harry, I'm so sorry. I don't know how you can forgive me," I say, looking down. I'm so ashamed. How could I ever hurt such a perfect angel?
"Lou, I love you. Nothing else matters," Harry says, tilting my head up. He wipes away the tear that slipped from my moist eye. Then he slowly leans in and presses his soft lips to mine.
Then it was like wildfire. We lost control of our senses all we wanted was each other. We clung to each other, our nails digging in, scraping each others backs. Our lips stayed connected as we pushed our bodies closer, trying to make ourselves one. I bit down on Harry's lip and he gasped, a sound that turned me on even more. I slipped my tongue in roughly and battled for dominance. I groaned as he won. Harry chuckled against my lips. I pulled off and Harry gave me a hurt, puzzled look. I smirked and slid down his body, taking his underwear with me. His erection sprang free and I licked my lips. I hollowed my cheeks, about to take in his length when my bedroom door spring open. And she stood there in probably the sluttiest dress known to mankind. Brittany.

Notes

Sorry I know it's short..
im a fail :P Will u forgive me if I give you this?
isn't he adorable when he laughs <3