"...Lou," I said, standing frozen in the hallway as Louis stared me down. He sighed and pursed his lips, patting the spot on the couch next to him. Hesitantly I shuffled towards him and planted myself down onto the couch.
Biting my lip, I turned to face him. His eyebrow was raised, and his once sweet and playful blue eyes had turned into harsh, frustrated ones.
"Lou d-don't look at me like that, please?" I stuttered, looking down to my knees. Don't you dare cry, Harold. I mentally prepared myself for the worse. Was he going to lash out on me? Maybe he won't say anything. Or maybe he'll just ignore me. I was secretly hoping that he would just ignore me and go to bed but he didn't.
"Harry, what the hell where you thinking?" Louis said finally. I gulped and clutched onto the fabric of my jeans, shaking my head slowly.
"I don't know," I croaked. Louis sighed deeply pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head back and forth. I watched him, inching away from him carefully, turning away to wipe my glassy eyes.
"Louis," I tried. Looking up into his deep blue eyes I pulled a pathetic looking pout. He snickered and turned away. "Please, hear me out," I pleaded after letting out a shaky chuckle.
Louis looked me straight in the eyes. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes made him look twice as old as he was. His hair was sticking up in every direction, and was messily sprawled across his forehead.
"You can't just bring someone into our house, Harry! She could be a murderer in disguise or something, we'll never be able to get her to leave!"
"Louis," I whined, my lip jutting out uncontrollably.
"She could be a fan!" Louis hissed, directing his eyes towards the hallway as if he expected her to come screaming out of the bedroom.
"Please, just hear me out?" I whispered, Louis sighed and shook his head, pursing his lip angrily. After a long moment of silence Louis broke the quiet.
"Go on," He urged, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
"Oh right. Ehrm, well we could just let her stay for a night, and once she finally talks to us we'll find her mum or whoever and we can just take her back, yeah?" I said, giving him a cheeky smile in hope.
Groaning, Louis nodded his head finally. I grinned even wider and threw my arms around his shoulders, breathing in his deep musky scent.
"Look, I'm not exactly thrilled either to have a random stranger to stay in our house, but it's a bit too late to kick her to the streets now right?" I said pulling away from him. He shrugged, casting his eyes away.
"She looked hurt too," Louis mumbled, yawning sleepily. Nodding my head, I rested onto his shoulder.
"Her name's Rebecca." I smiled proudly. Louis snapped his head towards me in surprise.
"You got her to talk to you?!"
"No, no! She uh, she wrote it on a piece of paper," I chuckled, rubbing the nape of my neck. Louis nodded, rubbing his eyes.
"I see."
"Well can you go away? I'm sleeping on the couch tonight." I smirked. Louis sighed and ruffled my curls before forcing himself up off the couch. He quietly shuffled towards the hallway and blew a playful kiss in my direction.
Chuckling, I closed my eyes and sprawled myself across the couch. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. My eyes snapped open and I recoiled in surprise.
"Shh! It's just me. C'mon, sleep on the couch in my room. It's more comfortable, plus I have blankets in there," Louis laughed. He held out his hand and pulled me off the couch.
Groaning, I rested my head onto his shoulder. "Hurry up Lou, carry me to bed," I pouted, holding my arms out to him. He slapped at my chest, laughing.
"Shut up, Haz!"
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"Louis," I whispered, poking his arm sharply. He let out a cry but I quickly slapped my hand over his mouth as my eyes nervously darted around the room. "Someone's in the house!" I hissed.
Louis rolled his eyes and tore my hand away from his mouth. "You idiot! Have you forgotten last nights turn of events?"
I could have slapped myself. It was Rebecca, that was her name wasn't it? Oh god, Harry pull it together! The
"HARRY!" Louis shouted, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I jumped and jerked my head towards him. That was rude. What time is it? Morning time that's what I think. Judging by how late Lou and I sleep, it could very well be noon, and I wouldn't even know it.
"Huh? What?" I said, scrunching up my eyebrows and yawning.
"I said, aren't you gonna go check on her? She's probably wondering where the hell she is right about now!" Louis said, gesturing towards the door.
Oh, right. Might be helpful. Yawning, I peeled myself off of the comfortable bed and shuffled to the hallway, yanking open the door.
Oh my god why can't I see?! I stood still for a moment, my eyes fluttering as I grasped the side frame. The fuzziness in my eyes slowly started to fade.
"Harry what the h-"
"Head rush," I interrupted Louis before he could even ask the question. Louis sighed, obviously annoyed with me. Sleepily stumbling from the room, I glanced down the hallway. Nothing was there.
"Hello? Becca?" I called, rubbing my half open eyes sleepily. Where is that girl? Slowly, I shuffled towards my bedroom door, debating on whether or not to open it. Wiping my sweaty palm onto the back of my t-shirt, I swung open the door and popped my head in.
Rebecca snapped her head up, staring at me with wide eyes.
"Relax I won't hurt you. I'm just here to see if you're alright?" I asked softly. Her eyes softened and she let loose a little, bouncing a bit on the edge of the bed.
Nodding her head, she gave me a weak smile before turning away shyly. I waited for her to say something, but surprisingly not one word slipped from her mouth. Frowning slightly in confusion, I shift my posistion and lean against the door frame.
"Are you hungry? Want some breakfast?" I asked. Rebecca's eyes lit up and she rapidly nodded her head. At that I smiled and shot her a wink before shuffling down the hallway sleepily.
I yawned for the third time as I pulled out some eggs and bread to make toast. I heard Louis' grumblings as he emerged from his deep slumber and waddled down the hallway. He made a pathetic groan as he threw himself onto the couch, burying his face into the cushions.
"Harry," Louis droned out into a long whine, "I'm tired, put me back to sleep."
"Louis, two things. First, I will not put you back to sleep since your a grown man," I smirked, "And second, you do know that countless asses have sat where your face is buryed now?"
It took roughly two seconds before Louis was recoiled in realisation, his eyes wide as he clutched his heart in fake fear. I heard Rebecca let out a low chuckle as she timidly scooted herself into a chair near the table.
"How do you like your eggs sweetheart?" I asked over my shoulder, waiting expectantly for an answer. I turned around to see Rebecca staring at me with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something but nothing came out.
"Just give her scrambled, Haz. You like scrambled, don't you?" Louis asked, the last part formed into a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head. Rebecca gave him a shaky smile and nodded her head.
Turning away, I cracked three eggs into a mixing bowl and added salt and pepper before stiring vigourously with a fork. I could almost feel the two sets of eyes on me. It made me blush a bit. I always mess things up when I get nervous, so I tried to pour the eggs into the heated iron skillet with as much carefull skill as possible.
Thankfully, I did it without spilling a drop. I almost fist pumped and hissed a 'yes' but only barely managed to hold myself back. However Louis seemed to notice because he began to chuckle from the couch. Smirking, I turned to face him and wiggled my eyebrows, amused at the expression he was making.
"Your such an idiot, Styles," Louis laughed.
"Whatever you say, sweetums," I played, a smirk rising on my lips. I heard Louis gasp from behind me and I almost burst into laughter. Rebecca just stared down at her fumbling fingers, her eyebrows furrowed, and her halfly parted hair curtaining the left side of her face. She looked so concentrated, as if she was trying to block out everything else.
It made me uneasy, just watching her. Biting my lip, I spun on my heel and finished up the eggs.
After I had cooked the bacon and succesfully toasted the bread, I divided the meal onto three plates and took two to the table, handing one to Rebecca and one to Louis who had now spread over the couch in an ungodly manner.
I scowled at him and slapped at his legs for him to move as I returned from my second trip to the kitchen with my plate balanced over my hand. With much dramatic emphasis, Louis flung his legs so he was sitting normally.
As I shoveled a bit of eggs and ketchup into my mouth, I noticed that Rebecca was watching me intently. Her fork balanced between two of her fingers as she sharply twirled it around in her eggs. Her look made me freeze in mid bite, my fork halfway to my gaping mouth as I stared at her for several moments.
It wasn't until Louis slapped my arm did I finally jerk from my mental state.
"What the heck was that, lover boy?" Louis teased, making a face at me. "You were in your own zone or something."
"Huh?" I said turning to him, not noticing the eggs that toppled over the edge of my fork. "Oh yeah sorry just had...a faze there," I said slowly raising the fork to my lips as I glanced back at Rebecca.
I was almost disappointed to see her already turned away, being awfully silent as she continued to mindlessly pick at her food.
It was then that it hit me. How the hell was I going to find this girl's home?