Harry thought being a superhero was more than cleaning up the bad guys mess. But he was wrong. It was a never ending circle with him and Deadpool. They argued, he would try and keep him down and the anti-hero would just make a mess of things.

It was...annoying to say the least.

Deadpool, Louis, was just plain annoying.

Sure, he has these eyes that made Harry feel like he was lost in an ocean. And sure, he stared at his bum more times than he cared to admit. But, he was annoying. And Harry hated him.

Okay maybe that's stretching the truth a bit, but he didn't like him. He couldn't like him. He's an anti-hero; he stands against everything Harry works for.

But it doesn't hurt to look from afar. At least, that's what Harry tells himself.

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Harry groans, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he continuously combs through his hair, trying to get the dreadful knots out. When it seems as if it's no use, he slips his hands behind his head and pulling it up into a messy bun.

A knock on his door echoes through the flat and Harry groans for possibly the umpteenth time. He walks out of the bathroom and towards the front door where the knocking has picked up persistently along with the ringing of his doorbell.

He opens the door to find Niall with one hand raised to the air and the other still pressing against the doorbell. The blonde stares at him sheepishly before pushing past Harry and throwing himself on the couch.

"Yeah sure, come on in." Harry mutters to himself. The blonde cackles and grabs a remote and turning on the television. Harry watches his best friend settle into the couch, flipping through the channels on his crappy television before throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Why are you here?" He asks and Niall only shrugs his shoulders before turning his attention back to Britain's Next Top Model. Harry rolls his eyes but walks into the kitchen and opens his fridge. He pulls out two beers and closes it again, staring at the polaroid pictures on the door. Call him a hipster, he loved taking polaroid pictures.

He looks away and walks back to the living room, tossing the blonde a glass. Niall thanks him and goes back to watching the show. It's quiet for a few minutes, only the sound of a presenter whispering about golf on the channel Niall changed to. Harry drinks his beer slowly, leaning against the wall and staring at the opposite wall.

"So what's the deal with that Deadpool guy? Has he gotten into your pants yet?" Niall asks. Harry's so used to the blondes random burst he doesn't even react to the comment. He just takes another drink from his beer and shakes his head.

"Nope. We had quite the standoff last time. Until he got shot." Harry replies and Niall chuckles. He's glad he told his friend about his other life, it just makes this whole mess ten times easier. How else would he explain all the cuts and bruises he gets on a daily basis? Harry knows he's clumsy, just not that clumsy.

"Just admit you want him to fuck you." The blonde says. Harry rolls his eyes.

"What if I want to fuck him?" Harry asks and Niall lets out another cackle. The taller lad continuously wonders why he's friends with him.

"But you're such a bottom!" Niall chirps. Harry huffs and crosses his arms.

"Versatile..." He whispers as the blonde laughs again. He wipes away a fake tear and pretends to be dying of laughter. Harry rolls his eyes and moves to say something when he hears the small police radio in his bedroom go off in his room. Niall sees his change in demeanor and waves him off.

"I'll be here when you get back." He says and Harry gives him a grateful smile before jogging into his bedroom. He listens to the police codes and hears about a grand theft auto and car chase. Civilians have been hit, many injured.

Harry listens to the location and quickly suits up, slipping on his mask and yelling at Niall to not mess up his flat while he's gone. He gets a loud laugh in return as he jumps out his bedroom window, climbing up the side of the complex, reaching the roof. He quickly runs to the other end, jumping off and shooting a quick web and swinging between buildings.

Harry always loved this feeling. This adrenaline and the air whisking past him. He loved how light he felt and the looks of amazement from the people below him. He loved how amazing he felt. He never wanted this to end.

He swung past the buildings, listening for any sound of police sirens or screaming people. He faintly hears the sirens and swings in the direction of the noise. He lands on the nearest buildings and stares out into the city, spotting the familiar police lights.

He jumps from the building, swings another web and makes his way to the giant trailer truck driving maniacally through the streets. The trucker was being chased by dozens of police cars, their sirens whirring loudly.

Harry moves faster until he lands on the street a few feet away from the truck. He braces himself, shooting two webs opposite of him to create a net and waits for the truck to near him. He's determined and he knows he can stop the truck, that is until he sees who's behind the wheel.

If the red mask is anything to go by, Harry knows for a fact that it's Deadpool behind the wheel. The anti-hero sees him, waving frantically. Harry rolls his eyes and waits for the truck to crash against the web.

Which happens less than five seconds later, the truck colliding with the net and Harry shoots more to make sure it stays there. He quickly makes his way to the drivers side, shooting another web at the door and ripping it off of the truck.

It's empty.

He turns and finds Deadpool hanging onto the broken door. He gives him a sheepish wave and pushes the lock. Harry's infuriated.

So much that he throws the door across the street, along with Deadpool. The anti-hero tumbles to the floor with a thud. He quickly stands up, dusting himself off.

"Now, now, darling. Calm down, yeah?" Louis asks and Harry grunts in aggravation. Louis holds his hands up in defense. The taller lad stalks towards him, pushing him against the nearest wall, arm against his neck.

"What the fuck?" Harry seethes.

"Now, Spidey, breath play is a very serious thing. Don't you think we need a safe word?"

"Shut up! You hurt people! Stop acting like it's  nothing!" Harry screams and Louis gives a dry chuckle. Harry's arm presses harder, cutting off his laugh.

"Okay! Okay!" Louis coughs, "I'm sorry!"

Harry lets go of him, stepping away. Louis lets out an overdramatic breath, doubling over and breathing heavily.

"If you could die, I'd kill you by now."

"But, darling, you're supposed to be the hero." Louis says, placing a hand on his chest. Harry wants to choke him.

"I—"

"Besides I only did all that to get your attention. I love watching you fly around in your spandex. It gets me har–okay we're getting off topic. Here, I wanted to give you this." Louis says and reaches behind him to pull out a wilted daisy with two missing petals.

Harry feels if he was animated, smoke would be coming out of his ears at the moment. He grabs the daisy and throws it to the floor.

"Are you trying to tell me that you hurt people just to give me a goddamn flower?" Harry asks, voice surprisingly calm for his emotional state. Louis gives him a timid laugh, scratching the back of his head.

"Uh...yes?"

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wattpad didn't save this chapter like 3 times I cried but it's all good now.

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