Fun surprise? I hope lol
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Amelia
It's been a couple of days since I came home from the hospital. I don't know why but I thought everything would go back to normal when we came home, or at least be a little less hectic. Unfortunately, however, it's been the opposite.
My family insisted on staying with Harry and I for the first two nights. Mom wanted to make sure that I was safe and comfortable. I tried telling her that I was fine and that I had Harry in case anything were to happen, but her overprotective mode came out and Harry was quick to offer my entire family a couple rooms to stay in, much to my dismay.
My dad, on the other hand, knew I was okay. Of course he was concerned, but he also knew that Mom can be a little overbearing. Dad trusts Harry, even despite everything we've been through, so he knew that Harry would be there for me. However, he didn't object to staying with us either because he loves the apartment and the city. If anything, he treated the past couple days as a vacation.
And then my siblings...well, they wanted nothing to do with me. All they wanted to do was spend time with Harry since they hadn't seen him in months. Under normal circumstances I might have been slightly offended, but I needed the peace and quiet. While Harry was busy with my family, I was sound asleep in our room. The Vicodin really knocked me out, plus the blackout blinds Harry had installed make it seem like night 24/7.
I still spend most of my time sleeping even though my family left yesterday afternoon. I don't know why I thought I'd be up and active as soon ass they left, but all I've been doing is sleeping or reading, and on the occasion playing Scrabble with Harry. He's in love with the game, apparently, and is very competitive. I found out that my vocabulary is much more advanced than his which led to several playful fights over what words were real or not and small temper tantrums from my other half. Perks of being an English major and soon-to-be author, I suppose.
I had to take a break, though, from the game. We played for about three hours this morning and it got so unnecessarily intense that it gave me a migraine. So currently, I lay in bed with a cold compress on my forehead and over my eyes, trying to get rid of it. Turns out the Vicodin can only handle so much.
I begin to doze off when I hear footsteps enter the room. I hum at Harry's presence, and then feel the bed dip down before he nuzzles into my side, throwing an arm over my waist. I rest one of my hands on his, but my eyebrows immediately furrow. There are no rings and this hand feels...smaller.
Out of confusion, I take my compress off and then turn my head to the side. I nearly scream at the sight of him, but somehow I manage to suppress it.
"Hi," Louis Tomlinson says with a cutesy smile on his face.
He laughs and then rolls away from me, giving me space.
Sure enough, I'm not hallucinating. Louis sits on the bed across from me, chuckling at my distress. He's clad in black Adidas sweatpants and a navy blue sweater. His brown hair is slightly messy and he has more facial hair than I remember.
"What - how - why - " I stammer.
I slowly sit up, careful not to make any sudden movements.
What the fuck is going on?
"I told him you were injured," Harry says, smiling at the two of us from where he leans agains the doorway. "He insisted on visiting. I hope you don't mind,"
"Of course not," I say, still in shock at Louis' presence. We've talked here and there since I first met him, but this is the first time I've actually seen him since my birthday a couple of years ago.
"I told you," Louis mutters, shooting Harry a look. "I mean I am her favorite member of One Direction after all,"
Harry huffs, a somewhat disgruntled look crossing his face.
"I'd beg to differ," he mumbles, causing me to snicker. He pouts and looks over at me. "Why are you laughing?"
I shrug, my lips tugging upwards into a wide smile.
"You're cute when you're jealous," I tell him.
It's true. He'll never admit it but I can tell it secretly bothers him whenever the mention of Louis being my favorite One Direction member comes up. Maybe it's too much for his narcissism to handle, or perhaps it's because he thinks Louis will steal my heart from him. Both are steep but no matter what the cause is, Harry does turn into a bit of a grouch whenever he gets teased about Louis being my favorite. It's been this way for over two years.
"I am not," Harry argues. Both Louis and I give him a look, raising our eyebrows and pursing our lips. "I'm not,"
With the newfound space that Louis has created between us on the bed, I pat the spot right next to me and gesture for Harry to come over.
"Come here," I coo.
Harry reluctantly walks over to the bed and crawls up towards me. I was expecting him just to sit down but instead he wraps his arms around my waist and buries his head in my breasts while entangling our legs together. Clingy - literally - but I don't mind. I chuckle and lace my fingers in his curls, gently raking them through.
"Oi, don't be so dramatic, Harry. I'm not here to steal your bloody girlfriend," Louis laughs.
Harry mumbles something incoherent in return, but both Louis and I silently opt not to question what it was.
"So I hear you got punched in the face for this goon," Louis continues, gesturing to Harry who clings to me like a koala. "That's pretty fucking cool,"
I shrug, my movements slightly restricted.
"I wouldn't say 'cool', but thank you,"I shyly respond, my cheeks heating up. "I have a concussion and a fractured cheekbone, and a whole lot of pity that I don't want,"
Louis' smile drops, a sympathetic expression taking it's place.
Ah yes, there's the pity.
"I'm sorry, love. People just feel bad. Can't really blame them, can you? I mean first that Joseph - "
"Justin," Harry mumbles.
"Whatever. That Justin comes in and bugs the place with the help of your ex-best friend and then he fucking hits you? That's beyond fucked up. And I know, I know. Technically Harry hit him first, but the twat deserved it after what he said to Harry,"
I halt my movements of running my fingers through Harry's hair, also feeling him tense up. I never actually did find out what Justin said to Harry to provoke him enough to throw the first punch.
"Louis," Harry says in a warning tone, but Louis doesn't pick up on the social cues. He just furrows his eyebrows, a confused expression crosses his face.
"What?" he innocently asks.
Part of me feels like I should drop it, because clearly Harry doesn't want me to know, but the other part wins and I find myself blurting out, "What did Justin say?"
Louis' eyes widen at the same time Harry sighs. Harry pulls himself from my body, keeping his hands still on me but he gives himself enough space so that he can properly look at my face.
"It wasn't...specific, or anything..." Harry slowly says. I feel my hands grow a little clammy and my breathing increase from anticipation. "He basically just implied that he - uh - heard us having sex,"
I thought that might have been a possibility. It came up between Harry and I before that Justin and Shannon might have heard us in our most intimate moments. But then why does it feel so shocking to hear Harry tell me this?
I look away from him, the realization that nothing over the past six months has been sacred to us. Nothing. It's disgusting and although it's all over now, the we're left to deal with the residual damage.
"I'm sorry," Louis gently apologizes. "I didn't mean - "
"It's not your fault, Louis," I reassure him. I turn back towards him and give him a forced smile.
I feel like I need to vomit. The thought of Justin and Shannon overhearing Harry and I makes me ill.
"Baby," Harry softly says. He reaches up with his hand and lightly skims two of his knuckles over my non-injured cheek.
"I'm fine," I brush him off. I blink a couple of time, trying to rid the thought of mine and Harry's escapades in the main part of our apartment being heard.
"Amelia," Harry pushes. I look at him and see him giving me a stern look.
I know what he's angling at. Communication. Both of us need to work on it and I feel myself falling back into that hole that I've worked so hard to come out of.
"Sorry," I mutter. I place a hand on Harry's thigh and squeeze it. "I'm not fine," I admit. "It bothers me that Justin overheard us and makes me want to be sick. I hate the idea of knowing that our safe space was infiltrated,"
Harry's expression drops. I hate talking to him sometimes because I never want to make him upset in anyway, but it's necessary. We're in this together. I can't keep things from him anymore no matter how badly I want to.
"Me too," Harry says. "I fucking hate it. And I hate how it contributed to us going on a break, not to mention your mental health," My eyes go wide and flicker back behind Harry's shoulder to Louis. Harry just gives me a sheepish expression in return. "Oh he - uh - knows,"
"Harry," I groan.
I don't mind Louis knowing about our break because I know him and Harry are friends, but him knowing about my depression is another story.
"Don't worry, love, Harry only told me the basics and only because I pressured him to. He was a moody asshole one day and I told him he better not fucking speak to me like that unless he tells me what stick was shoved up his ass," Louis chimes in.
"I only told him about the break," Harry tells me, lowering his voice so only I can hear. "I didn't mention your depression or anxiety, don't worry,"
I sigh from relief and nod my head. I didn't think Harry would but it definitely crossed my mind just now.
"Sorry," I mumble.
"Don't be," Harry says. He leans forward and presses his lips to my temple. "Now how about we plan for dinner, yeah?" he suggests, looking back and forth between Louis and I. "I don't want to focus on Justin and Shannon anymore. We've been dealing enough with them legally, and personally. Let's just take a break,"
I nod in agreement. Justin's out on bail right now but Isaiah and Chrissie, the main officer assigned to our case, have been updating us on the legal proceedings going forward. It's a lot to handle but basically we've decided we're going to settle this with a judge ruling. We're not sure if it'll be a full court or just a private session but either or, it's stressful.
"Agreed," Louis pipes up. "Amelia and I have a lot to catch up on too. I know no loud noises or whatever but I may or may not have some demos I'd like for her to listen to if she's up to it,"
My eyes widen. Demos? He's working on an album? I had hoped he was but it was never confirmed and I never wanted to ask him or Harry about it.
"Really?" I excitedly ask.
Louis nods.
"Really. I'd like you to hear some of what I've been working on. Maybe you can give me some opinions, too," he says.
Louis Tomlinson wants my opinions.
"I'd love to," I respond.
Harry looks less than pleased, probably because I still have a concussion.
"Not too loudly, babe. And only if you're feeling up to it," he says to me.
"Don't worry, lovey. Suddenly my migraine is gone and I feel much better," I reassure him.
He doesn't look convinced but he also doesn't press me. He just blushes at the nickname and then nods.
What a strange day? Suddenly I'm glad Justin socked me in the face because somehow it led to Louis and I reconnecting.
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So when this book ultimately comes to an end (soonish), would you prefer it to be a surprise or do you want me to let you know when the ending is near/when the last chapter is? My goal is to hit 30 chapters and then it's a guessing game after that as to when it'll end. I know exactly how this book will end so it just depends on how long it takes me to get there *cries*