Louis' P.O.V.
The house is anything, but silent.
Moans from my over-stuffed bandmates could be heard through out the cabin.
With a sigh, I stood up from the bar stool I was sitting on - watching my pathetic bandmates sprawled across all the furniture.
I threw a pillow at Zayn, who was currently lying across one of the tables.
"I told you not to eat so much." I said.
"Please. It's not our fault you were too distracted by Heather to actually eat." Zayn retaliated, throwing the pillow back at me.
"Distracted? Heather? Me? No. Don't be so ridiculous." I huffed, trying to get rid of my slight blush.
"Oh please," Zayn sat up, "You were so flirting." He winked it me.
"No. I don't like her."
"I never said you did." He winked.
Damn him.
"You were implying it."
"So you do like her?" He pressed.
"N-no. I-I... I like someone... someone else."
"Oh really?" Zayn wiggled his eyebrows.
I noticed everyone staring at me.
"Um, yeah." I said wishing he'd drop it.
"Who?"
Damn. Damn. Think quick.
"Uh.. Um..." I staggered, "I'm not over Eleanor yet."
Was that a good lie?
Niall looked like he wanted to say something.
"Dude, she's gone, it's over." Zayn said.
"Thanks Zayn." I rolled my eyes.
"Welcome. Oh. I also got Heather's twitter for you bro." Zayn held a piece of paper out to me.
"I don't need a wing man." I said, but took it anyway.
"Thank me later."
"Whatever." I mumbled, walking down to the movie room.
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"Hey Lou." Harry walked in the room, "Can I join you?"
"Oh, I was about to leave. I'm tired." I lied.
Disappointment clear on his face. "Oh, well, how about we share a bed tonight?"
"Sorry, Haz. I get claustrophobic at night." I lied again.
"Oh," He sighed, "It's just that we haven't hung out much today."
"I'm sorry."
"It seems like you're avoiding me." He looked straight in my eyes.
"No! I would never avoid you." I said looking at the ground.
Harry didn't seem sure.
"Night." I rushed out and flopped on my bunk.
I closed my eyes, escaping into a vast dark sea.
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My phone buzzed.
Again, and again.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
5 messages.
Liam (1)
Niall (3)
Zayn (1)
Why? I like sleeping.
Liam: Brilliant news!! Get up.
Zayn: Get upp. UP UP UP. UPPP. uppp uuup.
Niall: Time to get up booboo.
Niall: Liam, Zayn, and I have left to get food. What do you want babe?
Niall: Tell me what you want. I'll feed you too. ;)
I groaned internally.
To Niall: a muffin.
I stood up, and skipping to the bathroom.
I opened the door to the toilet and shower section.
Steam blasted into my face.
Thank god I had boxers on.
"Lou! Do you ever knock? You need to." Harry shook his head.
"S-sorry. I-I didn't know anyone was in here."
Thank the heavens he had a towel around his waist.
"It's okay." He said stepping out.
I awkwardly shut the door and did my business.
As was washing my hands I heard several footsteps upstairs.
"We're home!" Liam shouted.
I dried my hands, and exited.
Not feeling hungry, I sat on my bed. I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of my pants pocket.
@Heather_Tommo01
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh
my
god.
She's a fan!
She already follows me...
I clicked follow then DM'ed her.
Louis_Tomlinson: nice name babe.
I set my phone down.
This room is a mess!
I threw my pants and shirt in a corner, then I threw all Harry's stuff up on his bed. I threw my suitcase in the closet.
My phone buzzed.
Heather_Tommo01: Thanks. My last name is Thompson and my friends call me Tommo Thompson. 01 is my soccer number. Tommo Thompson is my soccer nickname as well.
Oh.....
Louis_Tomlinson: Well my friends call me The Tommo Tomlinson. We have something in common. Eh?
Yes, Louis. Play it off.
Heather_Tommo01: Yeah, you have some interesting friends. Haha. Wanna hang out tomorrow? I'm off.
Could I? I really would like to get out of this cabin. It would also help me ignore Harry. But that would be using her. Well, maybe she'd help me move on, get my mind off Harry.
Louis_Tomlinson: One problem. I have to be undercover. No one can see me.
Heather_Tommo01: We can go to the soccer field. It's away from the city and no one ever goes to it. My dad owns it.
She wants to play football, huh?
It's on.
Louis_Tomlinson: Okay, soccer it is.
Tomorrow is going to be fun.
Heather_Tommo01: Meet me at the Starbucks in town.
Starbucks. Okay.
Louis_Tomlinson: Got it.
Heather_Tommo01: Bye.
Tomorrow's all planned out.
"Lou?" I looked up from my phone and saw Niall.
"What?" I snapped.
He sat on the foot of my bed and I scooted back.
"I'm sorry."
"Cool. Go."
"No, Louis please," Niall looked down, "I'm sorry. I really am. I've liked you for so long."
I looked down.
His voice cracked, "But you'd never like me back."
"Niall-" I reached for him.
"Because you like Harry."
I freezed. HOW DID HE KNOW?
"You like him so much you are ignoring him instead of facing your feelings." He looked up at me sadly, and look back down. "So I'm right?"
"Yes, but you can't tell anyone."
He looked at me.
"Please."
He sighed, "Okay."
I hugged him, "Thank you."
"So, our friendship isn't ruined?"
"Nothing can ruin our friendship. Nothing."
"Good."
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"Lou? Want to play some pool?" Harry asked me.
"Nah. Not in the mood."
"Oh."
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"Louis, want to hop in the hot tub with Zayn and I?"
"No, I'm feeling hot right now."
"Okay...."
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"Boo, do you want to watch a movie?"
"Not really." I said looking up from my phone.
"What did I do?" He asked harshly.
"Nothing. Why?"
"PLEASE! You've been ignoring me all day!"
"I'm sorry!"
"That's what you said yesterday." He scoffed.
"I'm just not feeling well today." I shrugged.
"Whatever, Tomlinson." He stomped out.
I sighed, he's really mad. He only calls me Tomlinson when he's mad at me.
He'll get over it.
I think.
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"Harry want to play pinball?" I asked. I'll do something with him.
"Sorry, not in the mood." He scrunched his nose. He's too cute.
Wait. What am I thinking?
"Okay."
I walked out.
I could always take a shower.
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I need to pick some clothes for tomorrow. I'm not letting a girl beat me at football.
I grabbed sweatpants and slid them on, before dragging my suitcase out of the closet.
I pulled clothes after clothes.
This is going to take forever.
When there was two big piles of cast away clothes I pulled out a t-shirt/jersey my sisters bought me for my birthday. It had a 24 on it for my birthday as well. With the letters TOMMO stitched in.
Perfect.
I then pulled out shorts.
"What's that for?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to play football with Heather."
"Oh yay," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"What is your problem?" I said standing up.
"Nothing. Just that you've been ignoring me all day to DM a girl you met yesterday. Now you're going to blow off everyone to go play football. Is that what our friendship is worth? A football game with one fit girl?"
"I haven't been ignoring you! I told you that I didn't feel well." I stated.
"Oh, but you feel well enough to go play football with Heather tomorrow?" He shouted.
"Harry-"
"No. Don't it's pretty clear." He yelled again.
Deciding that not yelling isn't going to work, "So, I'm not allowed to move on from a woman who I loved? Did I forget to mention that it's also your fault the love of my life broke up with me?" LIES. All lies. The love of my life is standing in front of me. Arguing with me.
Harry looked down. "It's not my fault."
"Please. You tweeted cute couple stuff to me. You make it seem so real. I HAD A DAMN GIRLFRIEND." I'm killing myself inside by saying all of this.
"Whatever." He mumbled.
"Yeah, you stop arguing with me when you realize I'm just helping myself. I'm going to bed. Good night, Styles." I snapped.
Well it was kinda true. I'm helping myself get over the cheekiest lad ever.
"Night, Louis." He said. "I'm sorry for being a twat."
If I didn't love him.
I swear.
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"Louis. Please don't leave! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." I heard Harry mumble.
I sat up.
"Harry? I'm still here. It's okay?"
"I'm sorry. You just took me by shock. Come out of the bathroom." He got a bit louder.
Bathroom? Taken by shock? Oh my god.
"Please opened the door. Louis please." I could hear him crying.
"What are you doing in there?" He shouted.
I should wake him.
Then he let out an ear piercing scream. I jumped into action.
"Harry. Harry wake up."
"Louis. Louis you idiot, I love you." Harry said as tears streamed down his face. "I love you so fucking much."
A warm liquid fell from my eye, I know what he's seeing.
"Harry. Please get up."
"More than a friend."
"Harry! PLEASE." I pleaded shaking him.
"I love you." He whispered.
"HARRY!"
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
"Louis?" He asked, "You-You died. In my arms." He sobbed.
"I'm so sorry." I said hugging him. "I'm okay. And I just wish I could have woken you up sooner. I should have known."
"Is this the dream you had?" He sniffed.
I nodded, "Do you want me to stay with you?" I asked, wiping his tears.
He nodded.
I crawled under his blankets.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"No. Shh. Just sleep."
He put his head on my chest.
I wrapped my arms around his waist bringing him close.
He entwined our legs.
I kissed the top of his head.
"I'd never leave you. Okay?" I whispered.
"Okay." He said.
We both then fell asleep.
In each others warmth.
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A/N
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