A/N: This chapter got rated R and I want to cry
“If you’re asking me has Harry cheated on you, then no. He hasn’t. That’s the truth. You don’t have anything to worry about.” Louis says, looking me dead in the eyes.
I’m relieved. Really relieved. But this doesn’t explain why everyone is acting so weird.
I let out the breath I was holding. “Thanks.” I begin to turn away and walk back inside but stop when Louis starts speaking again.
“Although, maybe you do have something to worry about. Maybe you should ask yourself why you didn’t believe Harry when he said nothing’s happened, but you believed it coming from me?” He says, raising his eyebrows.
Fuuuuuuck.
“What do you mean?” I question, my voice slightly cracking. Am I the problem?
“Well I’m sure Harry has reassured you nothing’s wrong, but you didn’t believe him, you came to me. It’s just interesting, that’s all.” He brings his cigarette back up to his lips as I disappear back inside, shaking his words from my mind.
I trust Harry, and he told me nothing has happened, so I believe him. I just needed the reassurance from Louis because everyone else was acting strange. Yeah. That’s it.
I cross the room to where Harry is chatting to a bunch of people, he turns away from the group when he sees me coming and starts to walk towards me.
“Hello my beautiful boyfriend.” I take both his hands in mine and close the distance between us, kissing his lips softly.
“You’re awfully cuddly all of a sudden.” He smirks against my lips before pulling away to look down at me.
Yeah it’s called guilt for doubting you, my subconscious makes a sudden appearance, shaking her head. Normally when I start to consume alcohol she passes out immediately…or goes on holidays, either way she’s never around.
“Mmm, I just missed you, that’s all.” I smile sweetly at him, which earns me a smile in return. “Do you want to leave? I just want to spend some more time just us before I go back to uni.” I suggest.
“Yeah, of course. Let me just go say goodbye to a few people and then we can go.” He lets go of my hands and I watch him head over to Niall and say Goodbye.
Meanwhile, I say goodbye to Gemma and Perrie, to which Gemma reminds me about brunch in the morning with Gab and Linda.
I sit with my legs crossed over Harry’s in the back of the van, our fingers entwined and my head resting on his shoulder as the vehicle weaves through the late night traffic. It felt like we were at the party very briefly but apparently time flies when you’re busy worrying your boyfriend has been cheating on you and everyone knows except for you.
“You okay?” Harry rests his chin on my head as his words interrupt my thoughts.
“Of course I am.” I tell him. Am I okay? Part of me is questioning the stability of our relationship- or at least my part in it. Why couldn’t I just believe him when he said I had nothing to worry about? His arm wraps around me and pulls us closer together, letting me relish the feeling of being his arms and substantially melting the amount of stress I’m feeling about our relationship.
“Good, I can’t have you upset- I have some plans for when we get home.”
“You do?” I smirk, bending my head back so I can see the playful look in his eyes as he grins down at me.
“Oh yeah, you deserve to be punished after wearing this outfit all night, I better have been the only one able to practically see your arse cheeks.” He grumbles into my ear.
“Hmm, I’m sure you weren’t the only one who saw, but you are the only one who gets to touch.” I hum, I bring my hand up and run my fingers along his lip, pulling his bottom lip away from his gum while pressing my lips against his neck.
I let my hand fall down from his face and rest on his zipper, slowly grazing my palm against his crotch again and again.
“You’re the devil.” He clears his throat, adjusting his jeans by tugging on each pant leg.
“You love it.” I bite into the skin on his neck that I had been kissing.
“Can’t argue with that.” He chuckles, unbuckling his seatbelt when we pull up outside his house. I do the same and he helps me down from the van and through the gate.
“I missed you tonight.” I squeeze Harry’s hand tight as we walk through the front door.
“We were in the same room.” He laughs, shaking his head at me as we walk slowly towards the stairs.
It didn’t really feel like it.
“I know. But I hate parties because I always feel like I can’t just stay by your side the whole time and like I have to mingle but that’s just annoying because I obviously want to be with you the whole time when I rarely get to see you.” I sulk, leaning against him.
“You are just the cutest.” He stops our slow wander up the stairs and hooks his hands under my arms, lifting me up onto the sloping railing, he holds me tightly to stop me sliding down, his tongue swiping across my lips and giving me a very sloppy kiss.
“No you’re da cootest.” I giggle, scrunching my face at him as he drags his tongue across my closed lips again.
“No you are.” He protests, his fingers digging into my skin.
“No you are.” I shake my head, hooking my arms around his neck.
“I will not have this argument.”
“Because you know I’ll win. I have lots of people on my side.”
“Well all of those people can comfort you when you lose this argument because you’re the cutest.”
I laugh against his lips, my teeth sinking in to his bottom lip. “Okay, you win.”
“What’s my prize?” He grins, cocking an eyebrow up at me.
“Mmm…what do you want?” I drag my teeth down his sharp jaw line, then back up to nibble on his ear lobe.
“You….to marry me.”
My heart stops and I cough and splutter, gasping for air. My eyes widen, staring at him- probably full of shock and terror. Is he actually proposing? We have a mutual agreement that we’re getting married but he’s 21, there’s no way he’s ready to be actually engaged…oh my god is he actually…what the fuck!
“Holy shit Lola I was kidding, you should’ve seen your face. Oh my god.” He pulls me down off the ledge, bursting into laughter.
I glare at him, I can practically feel the anger steaming off at me, not because he lied just because he tricked me.
“You are such a d.ick.” I swat at him, starting to laugh too.
“I mean like I do want to marry you but not right now cause you’re kind of annoying.” He teases, pulling on my hair.
“Ow. You’re literally the worst person in the world and you owe me so bad for that.”
“What do I owe you?” He grins, biting his lip.
“Well let’s just say you won’t be getting off tonight but I will be.” I push him back against the wall and walk up the stairs, making a point to put one foot in front of the other and sway my hips from side to side, lifting my arms up into the air so the jumpsuit rides up. I glance over my shoulder to see him staring at me with his jaw basically on the floor. Good.
“Now who’s being a d.ick!” He calls after me, making me laugh for a moment before retaliating.
“That would still be you.” I yell, walking into the bedroom.
“Wait for me to take that jumpsuit off.” He whines like a toddler who’s not getting his way, and I hear him jumping up the stairs two at a time.
I quickly try and take off my jumpsuit, just to piss him off but I can’t reach the top of the zipper so by the time he storms into the room I haven’t made any progress.
“Excellent.” He grins, quite evilly as he steps towards me. I jump out of his way and run as far away as possible, till I’m in the corner of the bedroom opposite the doorway.
“Now babe you know you can’t outrun me, so why try?” He stalks across the room slowly, but as soon as he comes within a meter of me I dart away from the wall past him and jump up onto the bed.
“I might not be faster but I am smarter. The turtle and the hare, remember?” He jumps up onto the bed and I immediately jump down and run out the bedroom door.
“You know this only makes me want you more!” He growls, angrily.
“I knew it would. The thrill of the chase, right?” I smirk, walking backwards down the hall away from him.
“Oh my god, just come here so I can take your clothes off!” He demands, beckoning me towards him.
“Nope, not going to happen.” I shake my head, laughing and quite enjoying this game we are playing, I turn around and run down the stairs, his footsteps close behind mine.
“Come here!” He begs, chasing after me.
“Nope, you have to earn it!” I squeal as he reaches his arm out, trying to grab my wrist. I jump up onto the couch and out of his reach, running across and jumping onto the couch next to it.
“Oh for fuck sake, do you know how many girls would be love for me to take their clothes off?” He groans in mock frustration.
“And you killed it.” I change my tone completely, sounding really annoyed as I glare at him.
“Lola- I didn’t mean it like that I was just joking around…” He mumbles, embarrassed and guilty. Perfect.
“How do you think that makes me feel, seriously Harry that’s so rude, do you think I’m oblivious to how lucky I am to have you like you don’t need to rub it in my face.” I put my hands on my hips, glaring down at him as he stands in front of the couch I’m standing on.
“Char…” His lower lip trembles, is he actually going to cry! He never, ever, talks about his fame in that way.
“Kidding! I’m not actually mad.” I grin down at him, extremely proudly. That’ll teach him.
“What the fuck!” He yells, starting to laugh as relief washes over his face.
“Now, we’re even.” I smile. “Catch.” I warn.
“Catch what?” He looks at me, confused. He’s like a little lamb sometimes.
“Me.” I jump down off the couch and wrap my arms around his neck, swinging my legs around his waist and his arms securing me in place so he can walk back up the stairs.
…
“Wake up.”
I open my eyes, begrudgingly squinting to see Harry’s face hovering inches above mine.
“What’s the time?” I groan, trying to stretch out my limbs but being severely restricted by the heavy white boy laying on top of me, grinning down at me.
“5am.”
“I’m sorry but we literally went to sleep an hour ago why are you waking me up?” I glare at him. “If it’s because you’re horny I will literally hit you, you can satisfy your own needs I’ve done enough of that already tonight and I need to sleep.”
“Well no, not at the moment but maybe later. Just get up.” He shuffles off me, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up, giving me the most glorious view of his arse. If I have to be awake at 5am, this is making it easier…
I keep the sheet pressed against me as I sit up, reaching over the bed to grab Harry’s shirt from the night before and pulling it on for warmth. I watch as he pulls on a pair of checkered boxers, which are absolutely fucking adorable, and a plain black shirt. He chucks me a matching pair of his boxers and I pull them on, before even question why.
“Where are we going?” I question and he points to the ceiling…the ceiling? “It’s 5am, you need to be more specific.”
“The roof, of course.” He looks at me like I’m an idiot and I roll my eyes.
“Come on,” He holds out his hand for me to take and I do, following him out into the hall. He stops by a closet in the hall and takes out a blanket before leading me down the stairs, out the back door and around the place where the ladder is still resting against the roof- like it was over four months ago.
“You go first, I’ll hold the ladder still.” He kisses my shoulder, helping me onto the ladder, his hands rest on my arse as he pushes me up the ladder and I wearily make my way onto the roof.
He throws the blanket up to me and I catch it, crawling along the roof tiles and finding a secure place to sit while I wait for him to join me.
I stare out at the dark sky, admiring the picturesque view of the skyline in the distance, as Harry sits behind me, pulling me back against his chest and his legs wrapping around me from the side, securing me in between them.
“Why’d you want to come up here?” I question, breaking the serene quiet that had lingered between us for a while.
“We haven’t really spent a lot of time together, and I want to make the most of having you hear before you go back. No time for sleep. And sunrise and sunset are your favorite times of day.” He presses his lips to my cheek, his chin resting on my shoulder from behind to do so.
“You’re such a romantic.” I tease, but there’s obviously a genuine tone to my voice because he really is way too sweet.
“I know I am. But I think now’s a good time to tell me what’s on your mind.” His arms squeeze around my waist from behind, linking in front of my stomach.
“What do you mean?”
“Lola Jones I have known you for four years I think I can tell when something’s on your mind, you were a bit off at the end of the party last night.”
“Nothing is on my mind, I just…” I think back to what Louis said, which has been playing on my mind since he said it, reminding me of how guilty I felt immediately after his words hit me.
“Just tell me.” Harry pushes.
“Okay. It’s not a big deal. I feel horrible because I didn’t believe you when you said nothing was up last night, but then when I asked other people if there was something you were hiding, and they said no, I believed them instantly. And I feel really guilty about that because I feel like our relationship is strong enough that I shouldn’t be questioning what you say, like I trust you so much but I just had a moment of doubt and I wish I could have felt reassured by you but I wasn’t and that’s just stressing me out because I don’t want to have doubts about you. I’m sorry, I’m creating problems out of nowhere, I’m such an idiot.” I lean my head back on his shoulder and look up at him, he cranes his neck so he can look at me and he exhales, pinching the spot in between his eyes.
“So who was it that you believed?” He asks, slowly.
“What do you mean?” I gulp.
“Like you said you asked other people and you believed them even though I’d told you the same thing and you didn’t believe me, who was it?” He asks, a little heated.
“Louis. But it’s not about who, it’s about the fact that he has nothing to gain from lying to me so I knew he would be telling the truth, it’s not that I trust him more than you it’s that he has literally no motives to lie and I know that if you were hiding something from me it would’ve probably just been to spare my feelings. Please don’t read into this more than there is, because it’s literally just stupid jealous girlfriend stuff like I just wanted to know why everyone was acting weird and I still don’t understand that but I know that it’s not because of something you did, right?”
“Of fucking course.” He rolls his eyes. Fuckkkk. “You should’ve just believed me, I would never cheat on you Lola, like ever, I’m not hiding anything from you. I love you so much and clearly contrary to your beliefs, we do have a really strong relationship and I have no doubts about us whatsoever.” He says, his voice is gruff with annoyance and I feel guilty for even saying anything.
“I know. I shouldn’t have said anything, I know I can trust you. Let’s blame the Malibu and pineapple juice my boyfriend kept giving me.” I turn around and poke his chest.
“Mmm, let’s blame your boyfriend, he’s a right tosser.” He smirks.
“He is, but he just so happens to be the love of my life, so watch what you say about him.” I poke him again.
“Oh yeah?” He smiles and I can see him faintly blushing.
“Yeah.” I nod.
“That’s good, cause you seem like you’d be a pretty great girlfriend. He’s a lucky guy.” He pecks my nose and I smile at the cute gesture.
"Oh he is. But I"m definitely the lucky one. I can't believe you brought me up here at like 5:30am to watch the sunrise. You really are way too perfect sometimes."
A/N: Soz for the wait my loves!
Alright so can you take like two seconds to comment and answer this question-
I’m feeling a bit lost at the moment, I have a very planned out story line for this book, as I always do, but sometimes I question whether or not you guys are getting enough of what you want. Sooo before we get too far into it, I want to give you the chance to voice some of your needs. Now, I think we can agree I’ve got a handle on the drama, but I just want to know if you guys want me to include more cutesy relationship moments and/or more s.ex? I never know how old my readers are/who they are and how they feel about “smut” like I don’t mind writing it but its really up to you guys how much of it I can include. So hit me up in the comments with what you want more of, do you want more Gemma, more Linda, more Niall, more Louis, more s.ex, more cute stuff, more texting, more tweeting. WHATEVER YOU WANT, let me know and I will consider it as long as it goes with the story line I have planned. Sometimes I question myself because the start of this book hasn’t been getting many comments- understandably, it hasn’t been very exciting yet, but that still makes me doubt my writing. So please keep commenting, voting, inspiring me with your lovely words, and we can keep up this awesome writer-reader friendship we’ve got going on because I seriously appreciate each and everyone of you! Head on over to my twitter if you want to chat. Love xxx