After the doctors check up we jumped in Lou's car... A huge sigh of relief lifted from our shoulder.

"See, I told you t would all be OK!" He smiles at me cheekily, ruffling my hair. I roll my eyes at him playfully and he revs the engine and speeds off.

Once we drive past Harry street and he keeps going a wave of confusion comes over me.

"You missed the street!"

"No, I didn't." He smirks. I groan.

"Louis come on man, Harry's mad already. Bring me home." I whine and swat his arm.

"I'm not done with you yet today, I barely ever see you now. Just for a little bit." He pleads.

"Ugh fine, just for a little bit!" I snap, as we pull up to his house and get from the car. Once inside I flop on the couch and he pops in a dvd.

"And besides why would you want to be around the guy who screams at you constantly?" He asks me quizzically I sigh and shrug, that's a good question actually.. Louis strides to the kitchen, coming back with some beers, a box of cigs, and a lighter. He sits next to me and pulls out the white stick, lighting it and taking a breath on it as he closes his eyes. Even I can't secy it's a sexy sight.


"Can I have one?"

"No, way. What did I tell you?" He scowls at me. I give him my big puppy dog eyes and pucker out my bottom lip.

"Pwease, I'm stressed too!!" I whine. He smiles a genuine smile as he looks down at my mouth pout. His hands cup my chin and his thumb slowly rubs over my lip which I out back to normal. His finger is soft on my skin. It distracts me for a moment but when I see Harry's eyes in my mind I snap back in to it and pull my head away.

"Sorry, sorry." He mumbles, but he didn't sound that sorry. Instead he lights a cigarette and hold it up to my mouth, I open my lips and he puts it in with a skeptical look. Then he hands me a beer which I gladly accept.

"I'm sorry Harry kicked you out of the gang, I'll talk to him." I tell him, leaning back next to him.

"Don't bother, I'm sick of him." He snorts. I raise my eyebrows and turn to him. "I'm gonna start my own." He says confidently. I roll my eyes and chuckle.

"What!" He laughs, swatting me playfully.

"Nothing, nothing, Tomlinson!" I giggle,

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It's a quite a few hours later and we have each had about five beers each. He's sitting in the recliner part of the chair with my head in his lap as he clumsily tries to braid my hair.

"Ugh, damn you and your purple hair!" He laughs giving up on the braid I giggle and sit up. I'm pretty drunk at this point. "Here sit on my lap, it will help me!" He urges.

I think for a second.

"You fucker, you just wan't me on your lap!" I say laugh.

"Perhaps." He smiles at me lazily. My drunk mind takes over and I jump on his lap. His hands don't go to my hair though, they go to my waist. He engulfs me witht hem and pulls me against his chest. I'm too drunk to resist so I lean my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes. He rests his head against mine.

"This is nice." He mutters.

"Very."

"It could be like this all the time you know." He says quietly. I thinking about what hes saying for a moment but I take too long because his lips leave a kiss on my neck. I freeze but I don't pull away.

He waits a second and then plants another kiss on my shoulder, and then another and another. Soon their no longer pecks, hes now full out biting and sucking my neck. It feels heavenly.

I moan and bring my hands up above my head and wrap them in his light brown, feathery hair.

Next thing I know he grabs my hips and tosses me back on the couch. His body then covers mine and his lips return to my neck. I gasp and moan as he works his magic.

OK, I know its wrong. But I can't get him off... Or.. I don't want him off? I knew I wanted to be with Harry but I couldn't under any circumstance deny how right this felt to me.

He places his hands on my ass, once slides down my thigh and hooks my knee before pulling it up to his hip. I wrap that leg around his waist and do the same with my next leg. I can feel him getting hard above me and I can feel the same reaction stir in my core.

"Lily, I wan't you so bad." He says suddenly, pulling back to look at me; but I realize he doesn't mean just sexually. He means just his and his alone. I furrow my eyebrows and before I can reply he goes back to my lip and then slides down to my stomach, lifting my top up he kisses my stomach. I grab his hair again.

God Lil, you're such a slut, stop! I scold myself mentally. This is wrong wrong wrong wrong. Harry, Harry, Harry! I know I have to stop him... I groan mentally, I know what I need to do and I hate that I'm about to do it.

"Louis." I say softly, pulling his shoulders up to me. He mistakes it for wanting to kiss me and so when he heads for my lips and I jerk back he looks at me in disbelief.

His body is off mine in a second. I jump up and go to him.

"Hey Lo-"

"Oh, don't even bother!" He snaps at me. I freeze and cross my arms over my chest. "I'm sick of this little game you play with me!" He goes on, his voice getting louder by the second.

"I don't understand." I say quietly, I hate how hes mad at me. Its the worst feeling.

"The one in which we both know you have feelings for me and when you finally start to realize it you rip away from me for him!"

"I love him Louis!" I shout back at him.

"Then you wouldn't of let me do that to you." He says bitterly.

"I'm drunk."

"Oh bullshit! You're as sober as I am." When I don't reply he gets even madder. "I can't do this anymore... it hurts to much when you run to me and then him and me when you're sad. I love you too much to go through this anymore!" His eyes are dark and hes pacing in front of me. The only thing that stuck in my mind was those little five words. I love you too much....

And I realize hes right, I am fucking up Harry and I and I'm fucking up our friendship and I can't do it anymore. I hang my head as he stands waiting for an explanation but I don't have one.... Instead I grab my bad and head to the door.

"L, Wait!" He says suddenly coming after me. I run out the door before he can grab me and run down the sidewalk. I walk those blocks home, continually telling myself how terrible of a person I am. I. suck.

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Once I empty the apartment building it's completely dark. I kick off my shoes and slug towards the bedroom. I needed to do two things.

One admit how attatached how many feelings I had for Louis.

Two, make things right with Harry so I can stop hurting Louis and get over those stupid nagging feelings, because it's always going to be Harry for me... No one else.

I slip off my jeans and top and crawl in to the lump that is him unfer the quilt, pulling it up and snuggling in to him, he jumps, looking around startled at what was in his bed. When his eyes find me they go soft.

"Hi.." I whisper.

"Hello." He says just as quiet. "Were you with Louis for this long?" He asks sadly.

"Yes, we had a beer... I'm sorry, I wasn't ready to come home. I didn't want to fight I say honestly. He raises his eyebrows and draws me to him.

"Thank you for being honest.. I'm sorry I yelled at you about Lauren."

"It's fine, I just don't think shes very nice." I say calmly. He chuckles in to my hair.

"Yeah, she can be.... difficult, but shes just trying to protect me. And when she has her own place it will get better. I promise." I hear him smile in to his words and it makes me grin too.

"Oh, I'm sure." I giggle. I wanted to tell him I loved him right then and there, because it seemed so utterly perfect at that moment, being huddled next to his tone figure but I couldn't get myself too. Not when his best friends touch kept playing in my mind. It was wrong....

Notes

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