Old Friends? (A Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Chapter Fifteen.

A/N: So I really like to add twists and cliffhangers into my works, in case you haven't noticed.

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 I woke up. Louis had to go home during the night so people wouldn’t know he was here. But we’d broken rules. And we were meeting up on Tuesday, this time at his place. To have sex again, if I didn’t make that clear enough. It felt so right to be with Louis again. I didn’t feel guilty, like I did with Harry. Probably because I don’t give a fuck about Eleanor. And I cared about Ellie. A lot. So I ached a bit, and I could still taste Louis on my lips. I sighed. I was bad. I was so bad. I was a whore. I was a fucking slag who had helped two boys cheat on their girlfriends in less than a week. Some people would say I was on a roll… Those people would be prostitutes. Okay, enough with the self-hate. I pulled on some denim shorts, a large, floaty black top with a white hippy sign on it and black flats and I went downstairs. I was the last up.
“Hey,” Harry smiled as I walked into the kitchen, “Want some scrambled eggs?”
“Sure, as long as they’re not Ellie’s.” I laughed.
Harry frowned. Someone wasn’t in the mood.
He handed me the bowl of egg.
“Here you go.” He said.
“Thanks,” I smiled. He was about to leave the room, “Sit with me?”
“Oh, sure!” Harry grinned, pulling out a chair.
I sat down.
“So, what’s new?” I asked.
“Not much, a bit of this and that. What about you?” Harry asked.
“Well… I have something juicy to tell you. But you have to swear on your own life not to tell anyone!” I said.
“Ooh, okay. I swear.” Harry said.
“Well… Last night, Louis kinda… came round and we kinda… had sex.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Harry shouted.
“Why are you freaking out?”
“BECAUSE… BECAUSE… Oh my god, you had sex.” Harry said.
“Yes Harry, an everyday thing that you do… It’s not a big deal.”
“WHAT ABOUT ME?” Harry shouted.
“WHAT ABOUT YOU?”
“Nothing, just nothing.” And with that, Harry ran out into the garden.
Ellie. I had to find Ellie.
“ELLIE?” I ran into the hall and bumped into Zayn.
“Zayn, have you seen Ellie?”
“Umm… She’s in the shower. Why?”
Fucking brilliant.
“Harry’s upset.”
“Why?”
Awkward moment when you realize you can’t tell Zayn why you made Harry cry.
“I can’t tell you?” I said. Awkward. So awkward. If only Liam hadn’t stolen the awkward turtle.
“Is it about his feelings for you?” Zayn asked, sympathetically.
“HIS WHAT?”
Oh my god. Harry liked me. NO. This was wrong. He was in love with Ellie. Like proper in love. He wanted to marry her… Harry and I were just friends. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t feel the same way. I liked Louis. Oh my god, if only Liam hadn’t stolen that turtle…
“Oh… You didn’t know…” Zayn said, “Awkward.”
That word is so over used now.
“Did he tell you about these feelings?” I said.
“Yeah, he did.”
“And since when did these feelings… appear?”
“Since he kissed you.”
“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?”
“The same way I knew about you sleeping together,” Zayn said.
My eyes widened.
“DID HARRY TELL YOU THIS?”
“Yeah.” Zayn said, casually.
“FUCK.” I said.
“It’s no big deal.”
“ZAYN, IT’S A FUCKING HUGE DEAL.” I said.
“You were a bit tipsy, shit happens.”
“I WAS DRUNK OUT OF MY MIND!”
“Shit happens, move on.” Zayn shrugged.
“This isn’t shit. This is HUGE!” I screamed.
Liam appeared. Oh fuck.
“What is going on?” He asked.
“NOTHING!” I snapped.
“Woah, back off!” He said.
“Liam knows,” Zayn said.
“LIAM KNOWS?” I shouted.
“Yeah, Harry told us both.”
“Did he tell Louis?”
“Louis? Hell no!” Zayn said.
Okay, so at least my Louis life wasn’t hanging in the balance.
“What did you do to make Harry cry anyway?” Zayn asked.
“I told him… About… something.” I said.
“What?” Zayn said.
“I can’t tell you!” I said, exasperated.
“Oh… why?” Zayn said.
“Because I said I wouldn’t, I told Harry because I thought he would understand… But obviously not!” I sighed.
“Look Chloe, you need to talk to Harry. Only you. Because Ellie will freak out at him, and we can’t. Only you can.” Liam explained.
“Okay,” I said, finally.
Let’s go and talk to Harry and make my already complicated life, even more complicated.