What Do You Think Liam?

Louis slaps his hands away, not wanting to be touched at the moment. He feels disgusting.

“Listen, I need to talk to you about something,” Oliver began, his fingers fidgeting with the table cloth.

“Yeah, Baby I’m fine where both fine. You were just having a nightmare.” he tells her, then moving his lips into her palm placing a kiss

Finally the boy grew frustrated and opened his eyes. He saw Harry, Niall, and Louis all sitting outside the pool laughing at me. "You cheaters" Liam growled. "That is how you guys kept moving around so fast".

Harry nodded and made his way over grabbing a new brush. He brushed quickly and looked back to Niall unsure of what he was supposed to do.

Once they pulled back, Levi gave the older man’s chest a gentle pat. “I’ll be right back. You touch those documents and I’ll break your arm.”

"Sorry, Harry, I shouldn't have said that. You're in no state to see conflict tonight. You've been battered by those noxious thugs, but you can still be of invaluable assistance to us."

Louis looked down at the tiny silver pistol in his hands. He looked back to Harry then at the gun again and shook his head.

She took the wood blocks from him hesitantly. He tried to nudge her on so she didn't miss her window of range. "Come on, Francesca. Just knock him in the head."

"where you going" harry asked as he threw the flannel that he used to clean them on the floor.

"(Y/A) where have you been! You missed our movie night." Harry says with pout one his face. I walked up to him and ruffled his curls. "It's only ten o'clock we still have time to watch a movie" I laid a rose down on the bar to get a vase.

"Bring Ron back." His counterpart chuckles and kicks Harry roughly on the back. Tears overflowed and the raven quietly sobbed, wishing for the ginger's comfort.

Louis’s breaths began to thicken. He began to squirm trying to get away from the alpha. He was not going to let an alpha touch him again.

Slowly, I draw my hand from under the covers. I flick my wrist to launch a middle finger at Harry’s eye level and send him mean glare. “Go to hell, Styles.”

It had been three days since the papers released the official statement, and Louis ' phone had barely stopped vibrating, journalists were barricaded outside of his house, hoping to catch a glimpse of the "heartbroken" singer, but Louis was anything but. The past eighteen months had been a nightmare, the lies and the deception were tearing Louis apart, his only solace was the fact that he knew it wouldn 't last forever, the truth would come out in the end and Louis ' would be spared from the bullshit, eventually.