Louis' P.O.V.
The next morning I awoke to Liam shaking my slightly saying I needed to go back to my own room to get clothes and my school things and I should probably shower as it would make me feel a bit better.
I got up begrudingly and stole Liams' shower stuff and headed in for a shower.
As the warm water splashed down on me like a waterfall, I had to admit it made me feel slightly better.
My eyes seemed to almost relax as the water took away the strain crying had left on me.
As I dried off I thought about the mess I was currently in.
I had gotten jealous, I had used a girl, a sweet nice girl, to take revenge and/or forget about someone else and I had hit the person I called my best friend, repeatedly.
Yet with all these facts the only thing that burned in my mind was Harry's cold words. "You're just a slut."
It shouldn't hurt this much. I mean, I had been called it many times but in a joking way or by people who didn't really know me. It stung because Harry was the person who drapped his arms around me whenever we were close, the person who almost purrs when I run a hand through his hair, the person who looks like they want to shallow me whole and at other times keep me in their pocket.
But most importantly, the person I should have made my boyfriend.
Casual never would have worked for us in the long run. We both get too jealous.
I hung the towel around my waist, gathered my stuff and headed for my dorm room.
I opened the door quietly, dreading facing Harry but luck would have it, he wasn't there, he was probably in the shower or had gone to breakfast already.
But what was there was Harry's stuff thrown around the room in what must have been rage as Harry was the neatest person I knew.
I gaped in shock before composing myself and changing into my clothes the upcoming school day.
When I had changed I pulled on my glasses not even bothering with contacts or even just looking in the mirror.
I gathered all my school books I needed and headed for some breakfast not giving the room a second glance as I closed the door behind me.
As I entered the lunchroom I noticed the sympathetic and some confused looks that were thrown my way but I ignored them.
I fetched my food and sat at a table without as much as a 'hello' to my friends.
I ate in silence as the group quietened at my arrival but almost sensing the fact I just didn't want to talk they carried on talking but a little less happy then normal.
"Lou you alright?" Liam asked quietly when I was about half way through.
I met his gaze, nodded slightly and tried to smile failing slighty.
Liam patted my back and said "We're here for you if you need anything."
I flared my nostrols at that. "No one died." I grumbled out louder then expected as I leapt from my seat and deposited my remaining food.
I whipped around and ran straight into Harry who placed his arms around me to stop me falling.
I tore out of his grip muttering "Don't touch me. I don't need your help."
"Thought sluts liked to be touched." Harry said coldly.
I stopped dead.
I raised a hand and saw him visably flinch but I didn't hit him.
I raised a finger, right up into his face and I seethed out "This slut doesn't like assholes like you anywhere near them."
I didn't wait for a response as I bolted out of the room leaving a deafening silence behind me.
I gathered my books for my first class and headed there already awaiting the final bell.
A few hours later
By the end of the day I was itching for class to be over.
I had survived but English had tested me.
Harry and I sit beside each other and you could feel the tension from a mile away.
We sat as far away from each other as possible and didn't speak a word to each other even when we were asked to work in pairs, we both continued to work alone.
I headed to the library, a place I didn't often venture to to do my homework.
Nowadays Harry and I would usually do our homework together but obviously that was out of the question.
I just wanted to be left alone so I took my ipod and spent the good part of 3 hours making my way through homework and even fitting some extra study in.
I deposited my books in my school locker and made my way to the locker room to fetch my training gear.
I needed to exercise. It always helped me think or forget.
When I was dripping in sweat, I showered leaving my filthy gear to be washed and headed for a late dinner thinking that I could possibly avoid Harry.
To my surprise Niall was there and I smiled at him as I sat down with my dinner.
"Why you here so late Nialler?" I asked.
"I had detention and wasn't allowed do homework in detention so I had to do that so I'm only eating now. I'm starving man." Niall explained.
"What you get detention for?"
Niall smiled sheepishly. "Yelling at Harry and tackling him to the ground. I don't know how you always seem to get away with it."
I looked at him shocked then cleared my throat and muttered a "thanks."
"Anytime Tommo but just to let you know Haz is like quite cut up about you and him, he is lashing out at everyone. I don't think he meant what he said but he never should have spoken to you like that." Niall said solemnly.
"How do you think I feel? I can't even look at him without a lump building in my throat which seems to just turn into anger." I said quietly.
"Lou, yee really should just talk it out."
"I know.... Can I stay at yours tonight though? I really can't face him now." I said twiddling my fork around my now empty plate.
"Sure." Niall said softly.
Next morning
Today I had no morning classes because I had to go to the hospital to get my cast taken off.
I also chose to get food on the way as Niall drove me to my appointment.
"Thanks for this Niall." I said as we were waiting for my name to be called in the waiting room.
"No bother kid. Besides I'm missing Geography. Man you're doing me the favour." Niall said earnestly causing me to chuckle.
Within a half hour my name had been called and the doctor proceeded in telling me that the cast was ready to come off.
I sat back in the chair as I awaited the doctor to come back with the cast saw.
The process was pretty easy and my arm was free within 20 minutes.
I wiggled my paler then normal fingers experimentally.
"Can I ask what happened your other hand?" The doctor asked indicating to my slightly purple left hand.
"Um...." Was all I said before Niall piped up with "He punched a wall, then a guy a few times but I wasn't there because I was passed out in my room." Niall had the most innocent smile on his face which cause me to laugh harder then normal.
"Do you mind if I take a look at it?" The doctor asked and I nodded.
He examined my hand almost massaging the bruises before saying "Nothing broken but I think you should maybe ice it and definitely stop punching things."
"Can't promise anything but I will ice it." With that we were left go with a few instructions on how to exercise my hand to regain it's former strength and to not push it.
We arrived back to school just as the final bell went, as Niall insisted we get lunch before returning.
Niall went to his room to get some stuff for training promising to meet me there as I headed straight for the locker room.
I stopped dead at the door as I heard voices.
"Harry you really need to cop on. You keep turning up with red eyes, so unless you have pink eye, I think you should just get over it and talk to Lou." A voice said, a voice I was pretty sure was Zayn's.
A grumbling noise sounded before Harry said "He won't even look at me! He didn't show up for class today so I definitely think he doesn't want to talk to me. I'm just so angry. He said that I was a hypocrite but I have no idea what I did and then I said.... that and..... Lou just looked so broken... I just want to take it back... but then as soon as I see him,I see him with that girl, and I flip... I just don't know what to do."
I turned back to just skip training altogether but Niall appeared behind me.
"LOUIS!! C'mon training is this way! See if without a cast you can actually play at all!" Niall exclaimed before dragging me into the room.
I kept my head down as I pulled on my gear.
When I was finished I immediately stood up to make my way to the pitch when Harry asked "How's your hand?" quietly.
"What's it to you?" I said before exiting.
Throughout the training session, even though both Harry and I couldn't keep our eyes off each other, I refused to look him in the eye with anything other then a cold, hard stare.
It was like before we were friends. Insults shouted, balls kicked a little too hard and aim 'slightly' off so private parts were injured.
It wasn't until Harry was clutching himself on the ground that Zayn called me on it.
"Lou What is the deal?" He asked slightly irritated. "Because I really want to win this weekend and we all know OUR captains work better together."
"I dunno why you're asking me, I'm just a slut." I said pointingly staring Harry down.
"Ya Zayn you're more likely to get a disease then a intelligent answer from Him." Harry muttered.
I lunged at him before anyone could even anticipate it.
I didn't care that coach could catch us or that I could further injure myself.
All I cared about was hurting Harry.
I punched at least 3 times making contact with Harry before I was pulled off him.
I was breathless and still wanting the taste of Harry's blood as Liam secured his arms around my waist in a death grip.
Zayn only lifted a leg over Harry, which seemed enough to not make Harry carry out a rebuttal.
"I'm sick of this." Was all I said before I freed myself from Liam's hold and went to work on my individual fitness.
Harry went to his goals as Zayn practiced on him as I continued to run and stretch until I was dripping in sweat and my legs had started to wobble.
Coach didn't say a word to either of us but we both got warning glares as we exited the field, as far away from each other as possible, and headed towards the locker room.
I took longer then usual showering, relishing how the water relaxed my back muscles and I felt a bit of stress leave my body.
As soon as I was dressed and had been feed, I headed back to my own dorm room.
Harry looked up as I entered obviously confused but I ignored this as I plonked down in my bed and let sleep take over.
This continued to be the case for about 3 days.
I got up. I ate. I laughed, chatted. Trained hard and got along with everyone and ignored Harry completely.
I tried to ignore the building hurt look in his eyes that grew every time I gave Harry a disinterested look.
Running to my room on the 3rd day, I arrived early back to the dorm because I had forgotten my phone so as I reached for the door knob feeling annoyed at myself, I stopped as I heard a sniffing noise.
Scrunching my eyes together, I leaned forward to listen.
"Mum... I really don't know what to do... I just miss him...." A broken sobbing voice grumbled out.
My heart clenched as it dawned on me that Harry was the owner of said voice.
Tears brimmed my eyes as I opened the door just as Harry said. "bye. ya thanks mum. love you."
Harry looked up at the sound of my entrance, his face was contorted into one I had never seen before. It was filled with pain and sadness and my heart ached at the sight.
Harry opened his mouth to say something but the words got stuck in his throat as I all but ran at him, lips crashing together as one of my hands went to cradle his neck the other tugging at his shirt for dear life.
A surprised whimper left Harry's mouth before he returned the kiss.
What should have been a sweet kiss turned into nothing but teeth and tongue remotely quickly as Harry's hands gripped my ass and fondled as if he hadn't done it in years, and never wanted to forget the shape.
As I pulled back I noticed I had straddled Harry without even second guessing.
We looked at each other disbelieving for about 30 seconds, eyes roaming each other's faces before I burst into tears.
I sobbed into Harry's neck and let out murmurs of "I'm sorry's" and "I was jealous." and "I didn't mean to."
It took me awhile to stop but when I pulled back and looked into Harry's own red rimmed eyes that probably mirrored mine, I just pecked his lips chastely.
I composed myself realising that I had cried into a guys arms after fighting with them, ignoring them for days then kissing them and all without properly explaining myself.
Clearing my throat I said. "At the party.. I um.. got jealous and not the good kind.. when I was you with some girl and Nick was looking on smugly like it was his plan and..."
I was cut off by a sweet kiss. "Lou you're rambling. Get to the point."
"Ya.. well... so I used Eleanor to make you jealous.. which didn't help... as I think you already know..." I trailed off trying not to look Harry directly in the eye.
Harry squeezed my ass, gaining my attention and then said. "Ok Lou. I'm sorry for um calling you um.."
"I forgive you." I cut him off.
We smiled stupidly at each other for longer then I will ever admit before kissing each other again, smiles never leaving our lips.
About half an hour later Harry broke us apart for air mainly and then said "I kinda still need to eat."
"What am I not tasty enough." rolling my hips down for effect.
"Actual food Lou." As he squeezed my ass one last time before rolling me off of him.
"Fine. I've already eaten but meet in the lounge in an hour?"
"Sounds good." Harry pecked me on the lips before smiling broadly and leaving the room.
I called my mum and spent the entire phone call smiling before checking the time and then heading to the lounge.
I had my glasses on and was reading an assigned book so I didn't notice Harry walking in.
When I looked up I saw Harry gaping at me. I cocked an eyebrow at him in question.
"I fucking love you in glasses."
Was all he said before he all but mounted me and tangled our tongues together.
He was already bucking hips, not the slightest bit concerned with the dozen or so confused glances in our direction or the gasps at what we were doing semi publicly.
It wasn't until we heard Zayn all but yell "Thank the fucking lord." that we even let go to breathe.