ON HOLD
The perfect CITY,
The perfect JOBS,
The perfect BACHELOR Pad,
Just one PROBLEM
The story of TWO GUYS,
In love with ONE GIRL,
One TINY little LIE,
One HOT BOSS
Who's ready to STEAL their Girl,
The HEAT is on!!
DIRTY BASTA...
Hey everyone!! Before anything else, I have to ask you what you think about Louis's song TWO OF US?!?! I absolutly loooooved it!!
On a personal note:
I lost my dad two years ago... The song spoke to me sooo much. I cried for hours. So relatable.
Louis's POV:
I looked up from the floor confused, heart ready to explode, cold sweat dripping down my neck.
Harry and Al were both dying of on the floor, laughing.
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Harry was laying right next to me on the floor. Holding his stomach, eyes closed , head thrown back.
I was still way too shaken to react at first. It took me a few seconds to calm down. I glared at Harry.
Anger starting to burn inside me.
"Fucking son of a bitch!!!"
I shouted at him glaring. But the fucker was still too busy laughing his ass off at me, to care.
I growled and snatched the pillow from the coutch and threw it at him with as much force as I could muster.
It hit him straight in the face. Catching him off guard. He immediately stopped laughing and looked up at me.
I grumbled. And sat up carefully eyeing him like a prey with a burning rage.
He gulped.
"Sorry." He said, still amused, holding back on a laugh.
I huffed.
"Oh. I'll make you." I said angrily as I stood up and launched at him.
He quickly stumbled up on his feet and sprinted away from me, on the other side of the coffe table.
"You fucker!! Where do you think you're going?!"
I said stopping right in front of him on the other side of the table, watching him carefully.
"I told you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're afraid of movies." He said with a laugh.
I growled and went after him. He shrieked and ran away faster.
"Run asshole run..." I said between gritted teeth. "Because I'm fucking going to kill you!!"
I ran after him, all around the house. Throwing random things on his back to stop him. Pillows. Shoes. Tv remote. The later went crashing down on a wall. Breaking into pieces.
Al shrieked and jumped up on the sofa, away from us.
He was about to escape again, but I followed him outside and pushed him in the swimming pool.
