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Chapter Four

~Harry's POV~

My eyes lazily open. Nine Thirty flashed repeatedly on my alarm clock.

A groan escaped my mouth as I turned to the opposite side of my king bed. "what the hell..?" I whispered under my breath. Louis was in my bed....naked. The duvet draped along his curvaceous body, one leg outside of the blanket, and his little snores made me feel weak.

I wasn't quite sure how we both ended up here, in my bed. But I do remember so clearly of how hot and wet his mouth was....and wasn't too hard to forget that we had sex last night with that rather large hickey planted on the crook for his neck.

I marked him.

Suddenly I felt sick. I marked him and I know I knew I shouldn't have done that. I messed up last night and this 'thing' , that Louis and I did, can't happen again. I don't think I'd be able to handle and control myself being around Louis. It's a pain when I foolishly allowed him to stay a couple nights.

I take one last look at the small feather haired boy before slowly slipping out from under the covers, making sure I didn't wake him up. I slid on my slippers and headed towards my bathroom. I turn the faucet on and rinse off my flushed red face. I begin to brush my teeth and finish with some mouth wash. I caught my own gaze in the mirror in front of me.

I couldn't stop thinking about what I've done to Louis. I shouldn't have let my guard down so quickly. I shouldn't have been so bloody stupid.

But, he was different. There is something about that boy that intrigues me... but I can't let myself get caught up in a relationship with him, I can't let myself fall in love again...it never works out and I don't like being hurt. I don't like feeling emotions at all. It was just better this way.

I walk back into my room, making sure i'm extra quiet so I don't wake him up. I headed towards my nightstand to grab my phone, I figured i'd have a text from my boss, which turns out i did.

-Message From Unknown Number-

Haz....I have another job for you to take care of for me....meet at the spot. $$$ -L

My boss always uses unknown numbers to stay under the radar. I didn't mind this job at all, helps me release some built up frustrations, and might I add, pays really well. I've only started doing this about three months ago and I'd say my boss is pretty satisfied with my work.

I head over to my walk in closet. I pull on some black skinny jeans with one hole in the knee, I then pull over a long sleeved fitted dark grey shirt. I looked over to my stand up mirror and played with my curls a bit, fluffing them up and parting it the way I like until i'm satisfied.

I head downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing two bananas from my white-glassed fruit bowl. After engulfing one of the bananas, I made my way to the basement door, grabbing for my keys to unlock the door.

I felt angry with myself, the whole Louis situation of course, I'm constantly thinking about it over and over in my head. I hated myself for my own mistake and I only knew one way that could relieve my built up steam.

Niall.

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~Niall's POV~

I looked blankly at the cracked ceiling. I forgot how long I've been down here. Time was nothing to me now. Everyday I lay here on this cold, concrete floor, losing my will to live surrounded by these narrow grey walls. Not a single window in sight. I missed the sun and how it felt burning my pale skin, I miss the way the grass felt in between my toes, god, I miss my family and the way their love warmed my heart.