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“I hate him and his stupid face,” Harry grumbles.
“What did Louis do this time,” Liam sighs, not even bothering to look up from his textbook.
Harry always gets stroppy after any interaction with Louis Tomlinson, he has all four years Liam has known him.
“Existing is enough of a problem with that one.” Liam rolls his eyes . “Stop being such a drama queen, Haz. He’s perfectly nice to me.”
“That’s because your fucking Zayn, so he has to be.”
“He was nice to me before Zayn and I started dating.”
“It’s such a shame you fell for a Kappa Tau.”
“Just because he’s in a rival frat doesn’t make him a bad person.”
“I didn’t say that!” Harry replies defensively.
“Tell me,” Liam closes his textbook, knowing that this conversation won’t end anytime soon. “Why do you hate him so much?”
“He’s rude. And a jerk.” Harry replies. Liam stares at Harry exasperatedly.
“Can you give me an answer that doesn’t sound like it came from a five year old?”
“No.”
—
“Who does he think he is anyway?” Louis complains as he takes a hit from the bong.
“Why do you let Harry get under your skin?” Niall asks, from his spot on the floor.
“Because he’s a fucking preppy Omega Chi dickhead.” Louis passes the bong to Niall.
“Are you sure you hate him?” Zayn interjects, “Or do you wanna fuck him?”
“How dare you!” Louis sputters dramatically, “You clearly have no idea what you're talking about.”
“It would get rid of a lot of the tension when we hang out as a group.” Niall adds.
“Harry and Liam are great.”
“I like Liam. Harry, however, is a dick and you can’t change my mind.”
—
“Why are you dragging me to the Kappa house?” Harry whines. “Can’t we just meet the boys at the bar?”
“You’re such a baby. It’ll be five minutes tops. I promise.” Liam answers.
“Fine, but you’re buying the first round.”
Liam punches in the code and opens the door.
“Hello!” he calls out. Nobody responds.
“Where the fuck is everyone?” Harry asks, amazed at the lack of noise.
“Zayn said they were decorating for this weekends party in the basement.”
“Are you sure they didn’t all just vanish? This place is like never fucking empty." Harry says as they walk further in to the deserted house. There is almost always someone watching whatever sports game matters at the time or at the very least there's some sort of argument happening somewhere for a stupid reason like, finishing off the good moonshine, which Harry thinks is an oxymoron.
"Zayn just said they were doing something huge.. and we had to check it out before tomorrow," Liam replies, leading them towards the basement door.
"Why does that sound so ominous?"
Liam reaches for the doorknob and twists it slowly and opens the door. Harry flinches, assuming someone was going to scare them.
"You wanna go first Haz?"
"Nope!" Harry takes a couple steps away from the door.
"We'll go down at the same time then you wimp." Liam holds out a hand.
Harry looks at Liam's hand dubiously for a few seconds. "Fine, but we never speak of this again." Harry takes Liam's hand.
The next thing Harry knows, the door is slamming shut behind him.
"Liam what the fuck?!?!" Harry turns the knob, no such luck.
"This is for your own good!" Liam says through the door.
"How?!"
"So you two can work out your shit."
"Is that Niall??" Harry futility tries the knob again.
"We will let you out once you and Louis are more agreeable." Niall says in response. Harry hears them walking away from the door.
"You fuckers!" Harry yells and pounds on the door for a few more minutes, hoping that maybe one of the other Kappa's will let him out. Niall had mentioned Louis, so maybe they're grabbing him now. Harry sits against the door, hoping to catch them off guard.
No more than twenty seconds later Harry hears a thumping and muffled screams coming from the basement.
Harry stands up cautiously and follows the noises. Harry looks around at the three doors around the room and makes his way to the one that has a chair propped under the door handle, as he gets closer he hears that it's Louis and groans.
He thinks about leaving him to rot in the supply closet until Liam and Niall come back for them, but decides against it.
"Let me out-" Louis screams as Harry opens the door.
"Is that any way to say thank you?"
"Fuck off, Styles," he growls. "I've been trapped in there for half an hour. I'm gonna wring their necks." Louis pushes Harry out of the way and makes a beeline for the stairs.
"They locked that too," Harry says as he sits on one of the ratty loveseats.
"Did you know about this?!" Louis spins around. "You think I wanted to be stuck down here with you for god knows how long?"
"The feeling is mutual," Louis crosses his arms over his chest and plops onto the other loveseat, across from Harry. They sit in silence for twenty minutes.
"Seen any good movies recently?" Harry asks, no longer able to take the deafening silence.
Louis scoffs. "Is that your attempt at small talk?"
"This is why I don't like you! You always have some fucking quip and are a dick!" Harry pushes himself off the loveseat.
"It's just so easy to get under your skin, dude." Louis laughs. "I like it when you get angry."
"What the fuck!?" Harry throws up his arms.
"It's sexy." Harry's mind goes completely blank. Louis stands up and takes a few steps towards Harry.
"What?"
"I said, it's sexy." Louis stops directly in front of Harry. Harry looks into Louis' eyes trying to detect if he is lying, and sees nothing but the truth.
"Um I - "
"You're quite cute when your speechless too," Louis pushes a stray lock of Harry's hair behind his ear. Harry grabs Louis 's face and kisses him fiercely.
--
An hour later Harry checks his phone to see a text from Liam.
You two made up yet???
Harry laughs
If you know what's good for you, you'll leave us down here for a couple more hours