I groan and put my phone down. I haul myself off my bed and trudge out of the room, my head pounding all the way. I moan and focus on Louis’ form, sprawled out on the couch.
“Is there a particular reason why you decided to disturb me?” I mumble to him, sitting down on his tummy. I knock the breath out of him, and he is gasping. He pushes me off, and I fall toppling to the ground, landing on my bum.
“Lou-is!” I protest, holding my head in my hands.
“Man, you look like someone ran over you with a pickup truck.” He pulls out his iPhone and shows me my face in the camera.
I look absolutely hideous.
My eyes have dark circles under them, and I look like I haven’t slept in three days, which I haven’t. I look worse than I did when I was on iCarly, but then I was wearing makeup to make me look sick.
I grunt and push his phone away.
“How long did the doctor say this fever’d last?” Louis asks, tapping away at his phone. He starts blasting “Starships” by Nicki Minaj.
“DUDE! TURN IT OFF!” I yell, grabbing his phone. He sticks out his tongue. I mute the volume.
“How long till the fever wears off?” he repeats.
“I don’t know.” I groan, “My head literally feels like mush.”
Louis shakes his head. He ruffles my curls and turns on the TV. He switches the channels to MTV. My face drains of color. My heart starts pounding loudly.
The song that’s playing just makes me feel worse.
“One day when the sky is falling, I’ll be standing right next to you, right next to you.”
“Shit.” Louis curses and turns the TV off. “Sorry, Haz.” He says sheepishly, “I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, Boo Bear.” I say, massaging my aching temples. I get up and sit next to him on the sofa. He puts his legs across my thighs.
I turn to look at him. His blue eyes are studying me.
“What?” I question.
“When are you going to tell me what happened between you and Hannah?”
I sigh. Louis sits up.
“Harry, it’s been five years. You can’t keep this to yourself. I mean, you guys were perfect for each other.”
I snort. “Apparently, not perfect enough.”
I was broken when I saw her kissing Sean. I thought we had had something special.
“Harry.” Louis says softly. I turn to look at him. “You have to tell me.” He said.
I take a deep breath. I had never told anyone what had happened between Hannah and me. Not even Louis.
“I saw her kissing Sean.” I finally say.
“You what?” Louis asks, disbelief lacing every syllable.
“I saw her kissing Sean! Sean Everdale! I saw them snogging each other’s faces off after that New Year’s party at your house!” I say, my voice rising with pain and anger.
“HARRY!” Louis suddenly yells. He stands up, shock creasing every inch of his face. “You broke up with Hannah for that?!”
“What d’you mean, that?” I demand. “She was cheating on me!”
"Oh my god!" Louis said, putting his head in his hands. "You've got to be kidding me! Are you serious?! Harry Styles, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Louis, you're not making any sense!" I say, taking in everything.
What was he going on about?
“Harry, you bastard! That wasn’t Hannah! That was Natalie!” Louis yells, shaking my shoulders.
“N-Natalie? But isn’t she Hannah’s twi-” I stop. Realization dawns on me.
That wasn’t Hannah. It was Natalie. Hannah’s twin sister.
Hannah’s identical twin sister.
What have I done?
“Harry! Listen to me! Natalie had started dating Sean on Christmas that year! She didn’t want anyone to know, but she told Hannah, and I heard them talking about it! Hannah made me swear not to tell anyone!”
I barely hear anything Louis’ yelling. I look up. I look into his eyes.
“Louis? What have I done?” I ask, tears dripping down my face.
“You ruined her, that’s what you did! Did you even let her explain?” He asks, sitting down next to me, his face flushed with anger and shock.
“No. I just left her.” I whisper.
“Harry, you are seriously the biggest idiot on this planet. That girl was perfect for you. You were perfect for her.” Louis keeps shaking his head.
“You know what she did after you broke up with her?” he asks, his voice commanding me to listen to him. “I found her crying on the street. She wouldn’t tell me why you broke up with her.”
“Oh my god.” That’s all I can muster. My mind has so many whirling thoughts. I lost the one person I loved because I was too stupid to try and reason.
“I thought you’d have been able to recognize your own girlfriend, Harry!” Louis says. I know he’s absolutely correct in being angry with me.
He stands up. “You’re in deep shit, man. I heard that she lives in London now.” And with that, Louis gave me one last pitiful look and walked away to his room.
Tears fell in steady flows from my eyes.
What have I done?
|Kaya Scodelario||as Hannah/Natalie Anderson|
|Harry Styles||as Himself|
|Louis Tomlinson||as Himself|
|Zayn Malik||as Himself|
|Liam Payne||as Himself|
|Niall Horan||as Himself|
|Colin Ford||as David Anderson|
|Karen Gillan||as Grace Harris|