Louis' POV
I told him everything.
Liam took to it kindly. I think that everything will be fine,
I just. Harry's mad at me for hanging out with a girl?
"Go talk to him." Liam said.
"I don't know anymore. Liam, I don't even know why he's mad."
"Tell him that."
I rolled my eyes, "He'll say I'm ignorant."
Liam sighed.
"Go. Anything can happen..." Niall encouraged.
He joined my tell-all session 15 minutes in.
"Fine." I grumbled.
I glared at the two for making me do this.
I tip-toed down the steps. Hoping he'd be asleep.
Nope.
"Louis? What are you doing?" Harry asked from the corner table next to our bedroom door.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"I don't." He grumbled walking into our room.
I followed the guy.
"Get out." He barked.
"My room." I said.
He rolled his eyes.
"Harry why are you even mad?"
He looked in my eyes for a long moment, "You're so ignorant."
Was I right or right? I asked myself.
"Harry. Seriously. Are you five? You woke up alone. I do that a lot. I was hanging out with a girl. God."
"You've been ignoring me-"
"In your mind I have." I interrupted.
"NO! You left me to wake up alone to go play football?"
"What did I do the night before?"
He stayed silent.
"I fucking climbed up with you and held you. Yeah, I ignore you." I scoffed.
"I held you when you had the dream." He said.
"I'm not the one accusing you of ignoring me."
He stayed quiet. Probably debating whether he should punch me.
"All I did was play football with a girl for a day! You go out clubbing and spend a night in your room with some girl. At least I have the decency to treat her like a human and not a sex toy."
Rough? Maybe. But at this point I'm boiling. Apparently that got Harry boiling too.
"What? Are you trying to say I'm a man-whore? You-"
"Have you ever stopped to think I can hear everything? Every little moan, gasp, groan, plead, head hitting the headboard? Or what about in the morning? Where either she slips out before you wake up or you tell her it was just a misunderstanding and you aren't looking for a relationship? Do you ever think I don't want to know? So no. You don't have decency. you aren't a decent person."
"You don't have to listen." He bit back.
"Pick quieter girls than. Because my pillow, music, and humming couldn't drown her out."
"What can I say?" He smiled ruefully.
"Sorry. For all those nights where I had to stay up all night because the bedroom over was having a sex parade. Sorry for all those mornings where that poor girl is crying because you don't want her to be yours-"
"I'm not the one needing to say sorry!" Harry snapped.
"I'm not apologizing for hanging out with a girl. I'm not sorry that I spent a day forgetting how deeply in love-" I cleared my throat, "A day of forgetting everything - responsibility and worries - so I could enjoy myself."
"In love? With who? Heather? I'm pretty sure you two have kissed." Harry scoffed.
I looked at the floor. He's right, we have.
"See. I knew it! Well guess what lover boy," Harry came close to my face, "You'll never be together. We're leaving soon."
"We've been here for 3 days."
"We leave in 11."
"Well, just so you know I only kissed her so she'd stop-" I stopped.
Everything happened because I love Harry. I can't tell him.
"Stop what?"
"Why should I even say? You've only been mean to me."
"Because if you care about our friendship-"
"Don't give me that bullshit.-"
"So our friendship is bullshit-"
"Let me finish, will you?"
My phone buzzed on my bed.
Harry - closest to it - reached over and snatched it up.
"Give me my phone." I tried.
He held it away, "Hey Louis. When do you want to make plans?" Harry read outloud.
"Harry!" I pleaded.
"Plans for what?" He asked.
"What does it matter to you? It's not like I'm cheating on anyone. It's not like it would effect you in anyway." I said taking my phone from him.
Typing in not tomorrow but the day after. Starbucks at 12. xx
"Louis. I think I'm done with our friendship. You're obviously over it too."
I did a double take.
"I think it'd be best if we didn't share a room." He said quietly.
"I'm going to bed. In this bed here, " Pointing to the bottom bunk, "Because it's 2am and I'm dragging. If you want me out, I'm out. I'll move out tomorrow. Night."
I climbed in the cold bed and fell asleep.
Friendship? Yeah right.
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I woke up to an empty room. Harry was somewhere else.
I knew I had to move out into the guest bedroom.
Niall would help, so I went to his room.
"Ni? Could you help me move my stuff to the guest bedroom?"
"Sure." He said. No questions asked.
We went to the room and Niall went to the bathroom to get things, while I tackle the closet.
I was shoving my clothes in my suitcase, when the door closed.
After jumping in terror, I tried to open the door - which wouldn't budge.
It locked from outside. It must be jarred.
I pounded the door shouting for Niall. When he unlocked it I lifted my suitcase up and carried it, following Niall.
"I can't believe he kicked you out." Niall said in disbelief.
"Could you..." I caught my breath, "I need to talk to you."
"C'mon." He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers.
We walked to the garden.
Everything from my dream was here.
We sat on the bench under the Weeping Willow tree.
The hanging branches hiding us from the world.
"I don't know. I said some hurtful things. I'm sorry for them. He's mad at me for what? Hanging out with a girl?"
"Louis. You like him. By making him mad isn't going to help you-"
"He's not gay Niall!" I stood up, "He's straight!"
"Louis! Do you ever think that he was jealous you spent a day with a girl?"
I looked at my feet, "No."
"See! Maybe-"
"I'm going to go to settle into my new room." I sighed.
I walked into the house heading straight towards the kitchen.
Billy brought in some groceries so we had a full fridge.
I grabbed flour, eggs, milk, and butter.
Pancakes.
I put my ipod on shuffle.
The introduction to Love Drunk by Little Mix came on.
Don't judge. They're very talented.
Can't breathe, can't sleep, crazy, what you do to me
Head is smokin', feeling my heart is open
So hazy, but it's alright, you take me, to the dark side
Dangerous, but I'm fearless
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I can relate very well to this. Most nights I lay awake thinking of Harry.
I mixed together the ingredients.
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My eyes are blue but I'm seeing red
And I just can't shake you outta my head
Maybe maybe maybe, maybe maybe maybe
-
True. Harry is always snaking his way into my thoughts.
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I'm a little bit love drunk
Ever get the feeling when you're miles away
Everybody's looking at me walking, stumbling
Hardly talking, mumbling, going red in the face
Promise I've been drinkin' only lemonade, it's all I take
My hearts just on one about someone
And I'm a little bit love drunk
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I'm more than a little bit. My hearts just on about someone all day.
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Feelin' so hot, I'm taking your clothes off
Glasses steamed up, I'm dreaming that no one can see us
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I'm dreaming that could actually happen.
I poured a reasonable amount of mix into the pan.
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Lying underneath the stars, Jupiter hits on Mars
And it hits me so hard
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Sigh.
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My eyes are blue but I'm seeing red
And I just can't shake you outta my head
Maybe maybe maybe, maybe maybe maybe
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I just can't. No matter what I do.
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I'm a little bit love drunk
Ever get the feeling when you're miles away
Everybody's looking at me walking, stumbling
Hardly talking, mumbling, going red in the face
Promise I've been drinkin' only lemonade, it's all I take
My hearts just on one about someone
And I'm a little bit love drunk
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I swear, ever since I developed a crush on you my face has been red.'
I hate blushing. I thought flipping the pancake.
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Drippin' out on the floor
Freaking out for sure
Still I need you more
You knock me down with those eyes
And do it every time
Can't shake you out of my mind
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Harry's eyes. They're mesmerizing.
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Just a little bit love drunk, head in the clouds
And that will never be a hater that can bring us down
I've been slurring my words and I don't know what to say
But it's a feeling that I believe in, never felt this way
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I never felt this way with Eleanor. Or Hannah. I really am confused.
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And I swear I don't even like Hennessy
They call me love drunk cuz I'm far from tipsy
They call me love drunk, what are you doing to me?
They call me love drunk cuz I'm far from tipsy
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What are you doing to me?
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My eyes are blue but I'm seeing red
And I just can't shake you outta my head
I'm getting so hot that I'm getting cold
I'm a feverish and I'm about to blow
Maybe maybe maybe, maybe maybe maybe
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I flipped the pancake onto a plate. Then poured more mixture into the pan.
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I'm a little bit love drunk
Ever get the feeling when you're miles away
Everybody's looking at me walking, stumbling
Hardly talking, mumbling, going red in the face
Promise I've been drinkin' only lemonade, it's all I take
My hearts just on one about someone
And I'm a little bit love drunk
I'm a little bit love drunk
I'm a little bit love drunk
I'm a little bit love drunk
I'm a little bit love drunk
My eyes are blue but I'm seeing red
I'm a little bit love drunk
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I'm love drunk.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" A voice behind me said, followed by the scratching of the bar stool legs scrapping the wood floor.
Zayn stared at the two pancakes on the plate.
I set the plate in front of him, "Do you want these?"
"Maybe." He replied sheepishly.
"Do you know if Si has gotten the okay if Perrie could come hang?"
Zayn rolled his eyes, "No. Perrie said that he's trying. I want to see her so badly."
"I understand."
"I can't believe that I can't see her yet." He cut up his pancakes.
I started making more.
"So what's up with you? Niall and Liam have had heart-felt talks with you... Why not Harry or I? Unless you were talking about us..."
"More or less."
"Haz? Is it about you liking him? Because he obviously likes you back."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh. I overheard the hour long conversation with Niall and Liam last night."
"He doesn't like me."
"Please. You didn't hear him when you were gone all day he was wrecked."
"Really?" I said. Hope riding in my voice. If he was wrecked then he could like- He hates you.
I flipped the 5th pancake onto the plate, although I've lost my appetite.
"Louis!" A voice boomed from downstairs.
I groaned, "Harry calls."
I stomped down the bloody staircase. Why does he want me now?
"What? Listen I'm not going to fight with you. There's pancakes upstairs if you want some-" Where's Harry?
"Harry?" He wasn't in the bathroom. Not on any beds. I checked the deck, nope. I opened the closet and looked in. I took a few steps in. "Harry?"
Then the door started swinging closed.
"Harry don't close-"
Then I heard the door hit the frame and the lock click in place.
"Harry! You idiot! We're now locked in the bloody closet. I have to meet Heather!"
"We're not locked in." Harry said.
He tried to open it.
"Um, Louis?"
"Yes?" I said aggravated.
"We're locked in."
"Really?"
A/N
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