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[Harry and Louis' apartment, Los Angeles, California, 5:13 PM]
LOUIS: (groans loudly, soaking wet, presumably from the rain outside) "Fuck me."
HARRY: (looks up at him) "Why the hell are you soaking wet?"
LOUIS: "The rain, smart one."
HARRY: "Why do you want me to fuck you? You're hard?"
LOUIS: "No. But I've had a long day. And it's raining. And it's Monday. And I just came home from work. I had to walk three blocks to get home because someone forgot to pick me up."
HARRY: (oblivious) "Who?"
LOUIS: (palms his face) "You, you
idiot."
HARRY: "Just take a shower or something. At least change your clothes."
(LOUIS nods and walks to his room, stripping his clothes on the way. He comes back minutes later in new clothes, sweatpants, tee shirt. He runs a hand through his hair before sitting down next to HARRY)
LOUIS: "I absolutely hate my job."
HARRY: "Then get a different one."
LOUIS: "I can't. This is the only one that pays well and I don't need a college degree."
HARRY: "That's why you go to college, oh smart one. That's the exact reason I'm in college. And working at a grocery store pays well?"
LOUIS: "It's good enough to take care of the bills. That's why I like living in an apartment."
HARRY: (nods) "Yeah. I'm going to graduate soon. And then I'll get a job."
LOUIS: "You need to get a fucking job. As of now, I'm the only one paying for everything."
HARRY:(hurt) "I'll get a job. Soon. Why didn't you go to college?"
LOUIS: "I'd rather not talk about it." (shrugs)
HARRY: "Well, I'm graduating in about a year. So you won't have to pay for this place."
LOUIS: "That's how it should be."
HARRY: "How come you're so..."
LOUIS: "So what?"
HARRY: "So... mean. And cocky. And... sad even."
LOUIS: "I'm not."
HARRY: "Yes, you are. Does it have to do with your past or something?"
LOUIS: "I don't have a past."
HARRY: "You're twenty two. You have to have some kind of past."
LOUIS: "Then I do have a past."
HARRY: "You just said you didn't."
LOUIS: "Just drop it, okay?"
HARRY: "Was it bad? Your past?"
LOUIS: "Stop saying that word."
HARRY: "Past."
LOUIS: "Stop."
HARRY: (shakes head) "Past."
LOUIS: "I will castrate your dick and impale your heart with it."
HARRY: (in shock) "What?!"
LOUIS: (rolls eyes) "I guess you better stop then." (Upon seeing Harry nod, Louis smiles) "Good."
HARRY: (after a few minutes of silence) "So what's wrong with you?"
LOUIS: (now on his phone, not paying full attention to Harry) "Excuse you?"
HARRY: "Why are you so sad?"
LOUIS: "I'm not sad."
HARRY: "Then how come you never smile?"
LOUIS: "I do smile." (flashes Harry a fake smile) "See?"
HARRY: "That smile is even faker than Katie Price's breasts."
LOUIS: "I thought you were gay."
HARRY: "I am g- what does that have to do with anything?"
LOUIS: (shrugs) "You look at her breasts?"
HARRY: "Stop. I do not look at her breasts. I am gay. This doesn't have to do with anything. Now talk to me."
LOUIS: "I am talking to you."
HARRY: "Not what I mean." (exasperated) "You know what I mean."
LOUIS: "I do. But what exactly do you mean?"
HARRY: (losing temper, finally angry) "For fuck's sake, Louis! Tell me what's wrong!"
LOUIS: (flinches) "I'm sorry."
HARRY: "You should be."
LOUIS: (sighs) "Mind if I go to Liam's for a few days?"
HARRY: "You're gonna try to run away from the problem." (LOUIS gets up and walks to the door, HARRY continues speaking) "That's not gonna help anything." (LOUIS opens door, makes to walk out) "You're gonna lose at life." (door slams shut) "You can tell me anything. I want to help." (sad, to himself) "Great."