Part Three:
Day Five:
Harry walked into Starbucks with a newfound confidence, or at least, the *appearance* of one. He’d been humiliated by Louis, and he’d told himself that the boy would never bother him again.
He approached the counter, ordering his usual. A quick scan of the room revealed no sign of his tormentor.
“Maybe he finally got the hint,” Harry muttered, swiping his card.
He settled into a chair, waiting for his coffee. To his surprise, Louis strode into the Starbucks, heading directly for him.
“Are you serious?” Harry groaned, raising a palm in exasperation. “No. Don’t even think about it, Peter Pan.”
“Hello, curly,” Louis smiled, sitting beside him. “You didn’t think I’d give up that easily, did you?”
“Do you need me to unleash another tirade?” Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Because I will.”
“You call *that* a tirade?” Louis laughed. “I thought your little tantrum was rather comical.”
“Oh, really? Why didn’t you follow me outside then? Did I hurt your little feelings?” Harry teased, pursing his lips.
Louis grinned. “Did you *want* me to follow you outside?”
“No…” Harry huffed, folding his arms.
“Non-fat vanilla latte!” the barista called out.
“Looks like your drink is ready. No need to throw a fit,” Louis said, rising. “Here, Princess.” He reached for Harry’s drink.
“Don’t call me Princess,” Harry grumbled, accepting the cup.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
“Me? Say thank you?” Harry laughed, taking a sip. “You haven’t noticed, I’m not the type.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you to say thank you,” Louis smirked, licking his lips.
“Is that supposed to turn me on?”
“I don’t know, curly,” Louis groaned, staring intently into Harry’s eyes. “Does it?”
Harry looked away, flustered. “No.”
“Okay, Princess, whatever you say.” Louis chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
“Why don’t you ever buy a drink? Do you just come here to annoy me?”
“Basically,” Louis chuckled softly. “I don’t even like coffee.”
“Wow. You’re a freak.”
“Is that why you’re still talking to me?”
“Ugh!” Harry stood up, clutching his drink. “Get a life.”
Harry stormed out of the building.
Louis snickered under his breath. “Such a little diva.”
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Day Six:
Saturday morning, the busiest day of the week. Harry figured he could lose himself in the crowd, hoping to avoid the boy.
He walked in, attempting to blend into the line.
“Hi, Harry.”
A small voice spoke his name from behind him.
Harry turned around, scowling.
“How did you see me?” he groaned, clasping his hands over his face.
“It was easy,” Louis smiled, moving closer. “You have a very unique look.”
“Ugh!”
Harry was sick of this game.
“What will it take to make you leave me alone?” Harry shouted, stomping his foot.
“One night,” Louis grinned.
“What do you mean, one night?”
“Just give me one night, Harry,” Louis leaned in, whispering in his ear. “I’ll pleasure you in ways you never thought possible. I’ll fuck the bitchiness right out of you.”
Goosebumps erupted across Harry’s skin, sending shivers down his spine. His face flushed crimson as he bit his lip.
For once, he was speechless.
“Umm…” Harry stammered. “E-excuse me?”
“You heard me, Princess. I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.” Louis’ voice was low and gravelly. “If you still want me around after that, I’ll leave you alone forever.”
Harry stood frozen, his mind reeling. Louis was undeniably attractive, but he was infuriating. He couldn’t stand him.
“You’re crazy,” he finally managed to utter, his voice shaky. “I’m not that kind of guy.”
“Think about it, Harry.” Louis’ face was inches from his, his lips brushing his. “I can *make* you that kind of guy.”
Louis pulled back roughly, causing Harry to moan under his breath.
“See ya tomorrow, curly.” Louis shouted, waving as he left.
Harry just stood there, stunned.
How could this boy be so dominant?
“What can I get for you, sir?”
He realized he was next in line. He shook his head violently, clearing his thoughts.
“Um… a non-fat vanilla latte.”