Half Bad //l.s

Chapter 11

♡ chapter 11 - Harry ♡

Horror movie. How fucking cliché, right? Zayn insisted that scary movies would spice up the atmosphere considering the past couple of hectic days we hardly made it through. And so now, here I am, sitting next to Louis on the couch (wishing I could be closer, but not in the mood to be cremated), and watching something as stupid as The Conjuring. I honestly don't see what's so fucking scary about it, but each one of these pansies jump at the slightest noise.

Maybe it's because I'm Harry Styles and I'm not scared of anything, or maybe it's because I'm so fucking livid right now watching Louis cuddle into Jessie's chest with every spooky scene that occurs. I mean, I know I'm not much of comfort considering he (sadly) can't cling to me like that, but does it have to be Jessie? My brother that I absolutely, positively cannot stand?

Then again, Jessie seemed to be the only person in this room Louis can touch without burning the shit out of. But it still pisses me off that I can't be the one he's snuggling against because he's scared. I don't want Louis to fear anything, especially not a pathetic movie like this, and especially not with me around to keep him safe. As cliché and pathetic as it fucking sounds, it's suffocating me to see him with another guy, especially my brother. I don't want to see him with anyone other than me.

And yet I can't even hold his hand without fearing my arm will turn to ashes.

What a fucking fairytale, right?

Puffing out air from my cheeks, I let my temple fall onto my fist as my hand propped my head  up, my eyes unamusingly watching the movie at play. Something dodged at the camera quickly, causing practically everyone to squeal like girls and I caught sight of Louis burying his face in Jessie's chest before slowly peeking out. The action would've been adorable if it were me he were cuddling in to.

And Jessie was enjoying the attention from Louis far too much.

The satisfied smirk on his lips was evident as he hooked his arm around him, rubbing his arm as if to comfort him. My hands curled into tight fists as I tore my eyes from the scene, chewing my bottom lip furiously and even drawing a little blood. But I didn't fucking care, I was too pissed to care. And even though it's quite obvious, I will be pathetic and admit that I'm jealous. I'm incredibly jealous. Jessie gets to hold the boy I've been dying to hold for a few weeks now. He doesn't have to worry about burning to ashes, or even getting stinging blisters on his hand. He just gets to do it, and that pisses me off even more.

When the movie finally ended, I was more than relieved. I was sick and tired of sitting on this couch, watching this disgusting cuddling session happening next to me.

It wouldn't be disgusting if it were me...

Shaking my head to rid those thoughts, I stand from the couch just as an idea strikes me. Jessie looked as if he were about to say something to Louis as he heaved both hands through his hair, his half empty bag of M&Ms sitting on the table. The little turd wouldn't let anyone have any, but I honestly found it pretty adorable. Not to mention the way his eyes lit up when he saw them and-

Focus, dammit.

"Louis, can I talk to you?" I said just as Jessie was opening his mouth. He glanced to me, and I was positive there was resentment in his eyes.

Louis shrugged. "Um, all right. Can I bring my M&Ms?"

Biting my lip to hold back a chuckle, I shrugged and he followed me into the room. His eyes were speckled with curiosity as he shoved in two candies at a time. I learned that he has this weird OCD problem where he has to take even bites of food. Like if he eats Cheese-Itz, he has to eat them two at a time. Just like with these M&Ms, and apparently his OCD is pretty bad. I didn't ask him about it, but it was cute enough as it was.