Sorry, er kunnen wat fouten in mijn Engels zitten. Dit is het tweede stukje dat ik Engels schrijf, just practising a bit. c:

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, frustated.
“Going home. I don’t want to talk to you like this.” Louis answered, while taking his jacket from the couch. His best friend was being mean, and Louis didn’t like that at all. To be honest, he didn’t even know why Harry had that anger outburst so suddenly, but it scared the crap out of him. He wanted Harry to calm down a bit, and then they could talk again.
“You’re not going anywhere!” the curly haired lad said, blocking the doorway. Louis raised his eyebrowns sassily.
“And why is that?” Harry didn’t have the right to command him, so Louis wouldn’t listen to it as well. Harry was angry, and in that position, Louis didn’t want anything to do with him to be honest. Angry Harry was the most scary version of his best friend. His voice would go all low and deep, and he'd put much more strength into his word so he was not far from shouting. Happy Harry was much more fun to be around, that was defenitely something Louis was sure about.
“It’s cold outside and there might be strange figures on the streets around this time..” An indignant sound left Louis’ lips. As if he wasn’t able to take care of himself.. He wasn’t ten anymore..
“I can take great care of myself, thanks.” As Louis was about to walk past him, Harry grabbed his arm.
“Stay, please.” his best friend asked, his voice soft and almost pleading. It was very different from the tone he had spoken with before. When he saw the look in those beautiful green eyes, Louis almost wanted to give in. A moment later he remembered he was mat at Harry, who’d just shouted at Louis with no good reason at all.
“No, I’ll be back when you’ve calmed down. Bye.” With these words, Louis walked to the door, ready to go. Once again, he was stopped by a deep voice.
“I love you.”
Well, this was a different story. Louis felt his heart beat faster as he turned around to face Harry. At first, Louis expected it to be some sort of joke, but Harry's face was utterly serious.
“What?” Harry took a deep breath and came closer.
“I love you, I’ve always done.. And I’m sorry for the shouting, it was stupid and I really shouldn’t have done it. You’re so perfect and I’m really not worth you. I’m a terrible-” The rambling had been stopped by Louis, who had taken a few steps forward and interrupted Harry.
“Shut up.” Almost immediately Harry did what Louis told him. He didn’t want to make Louis mad again.
“Good.” Louis placed his hand on his best friend’s cheek, looked him in the eyes and spoke softly.
“Now kiss me you fool.”
Ofcourse, this was something Harry didn’t need to hear twice. Soon, the lips of the two boys were connected, and both of them had already forgotten they had been mad at each other.

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