I Understand. An AU/punk story.

I shake my head frantically.

"No!" I hiss, repelling from the phone he hands to me.

"You take this call!" He snaps, grabbing my wrist and forcing the damn thing in my palm. I shoot him a death glare.

"H-Hello?" I breathe in to the call.

"WOW LOOK WHO'S ALIVE?!" Perri screams in to the phone. I cringe and crinkle my nose. Louis sighs, leans on to the back board and watches me. I lean back on his chest and his arm goes around my shoulders. I feel him smile as he drops his head on my shoulder. '"I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR TWO FUCKING WEEKS?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" She screams. I know her well enough to know she's not mad. She's upset.

"Pez.." I start.

"NO! I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR YOU SINCE DAY ONE SO HAS RAE AND SO HAS LAUREN! AND NOW WHAT? YOU JUST DISAPPEAR. I HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK! WE ALL HAVE! INCLUDING HARRY!" She shrieks.

I hear yelling on the other side of the line and Perri cursing someone out before returning to scream at me.

"AND THEN I FIND OUT YOUR SHACKING UP WITH LOUIS AND HIS NEW GANG? WHAT THE HELL, LILY?"

"I'm sorry... I've been out of it..." I say softly, leaning in to Louis more, his other arm wraps around my waist.

"I don't give a fuck! I have been worried to death! I have called you a billion times, Harry has literally lost his shit! You need to come home and fix this!" She sobs, crying in to the phone. My throat grows tight at the mention of his name.

"He did what he did. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry for ignoring you... I.. I.. Like I said have been... off." I swallow and sigh. "I'm not speaking to him and until I know he won't be around I won't be going back there." I conclude.

"You know you and Harry belong together!"

More drunk yelling from the other line.

"If you're my friend then just be my friend. He killed me. And you fucking know that! Don't call if that's all you're going to talk to me about." I snap

"Wow. I can not believe you." Is all she says.

"Goodnight, Perri." I say calmly before hanging up on her.

I cried hard that night.

-


The next week went by skin bewitchingly slow.

I finally found myself able to smile from Lou's cheeky comments and sass.

I make my way down stairs to him since he's back after work, I spent the day in bed. I cried a little bit again but not as much as I usually do.

I'm trying! OK? I promised to try and I am. I pull up my leggings and tank and make my way downstairs,

"Hey.." I say softly.

I seem to have lost my voice. Not literally as in I'm sick but as I'm very soft spoken and just prefer to listen nowadays. Louis commented on it last night but all I could manage was to shrug.

"You hungry?" He asks, turning to me in the kitchen. No...

"Um, not really."

"Have you eaten today?" No.

"Yeah." He turns around and frowns at me, we have a stare off for a second before I cave and shake my head. He glares, shakes his head and turns away from me, his breath getting shallower. Louis doesn't get mad at me. Never.

"I -Im sorry.." I whimper, he shakes his head and grips the edge of the sink.

I stand there sadly and watch as he fumes with his back to me.

Hesitantly, I put my hands on his hips and hugged his back to my chest and leaned my head in to him taking in his amazing scent.

"Please don't be mad at me." I whine, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

"Why would you lie about that?" He snaps, walking quickly from my grip to walk tot he other side of the kitchen. Why would I lie about that? '

"I don't know... I didn't want to make you sad anymore." I whimper, not liking the gap he put between us.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.. a streak of something runs in to my chest..

I didn't like mean Louis.

"Sorry." Is all I mumble before leaving the kitchen and going back up to his bed and burrowing under the covers..

I knew it would be a matter of time before he got sick of me...

Feet pad in to the room, the lights flicked off, tapped on his phone and then the blanket was lifted over my head for a second while Louis crawled under it with me. Rolling over to him he pulled up his Zippo Lighter app and put it on the mattress between us.

I look over to him under out fort.

His eyes are swimming slightly and the fake lighter casts shadows on his tan face.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. He furrows his brow and shakes his head, shaking it off like I shouldn't be. I sigh, his hand goes to my waist and like he usually does, he traces light patterns over my skin making me shiver.

I look at him, like really look at him. His eyes just look like moving water.

Have his eyes always looked like that?

My heart races a little faster as I look at his pink lips.

He does the same to mine.

Very slowly I scoot closer to him in bed, resting my head on his pillow.

He studies me longingly. His soft fingers find my cheek bone and he starts tracing smooth patterns on my jaw.

Am I ready for this?

Will he want to?

Will he take it the wrong way?

Do I want to?

I frown slightly and trace his lips with my finger.

He looks so amazingly perfect. His lips are soft and he loves me.....

He studies me very carefully, estimating my actions.

Ever so slowly I lean in and press his lips to mine.

And the hurt is gone. The pain and sadness gone. The numb feeling replaced with lust and dare I say love.

It's just gentle at first but the next moment I wrap my fingers in his hair and pull my head closer, kissing him harder. He obeys and moves his hands to the small of my back, pulling our chests together.

He pulls his head away and I pout, trying to pull those lips of his together again but he just smiles small, a glint in his eye.

He pulls the blanket off of our heads and gently pushes me on my back before hovering himself over me, his forearms resting on either side of my head, holding his weight up before he dips his head in to my throat.

Kissing soft. Not hot nor needy.

Soft and warm and wet and perfect.

He pecks slow and sweetly up my neck and up my jaw, nibbling lightly on my ear lobe. I wrap my arms around his abdomen and pull us closer together, wanting to feel his chest on mine.

He kisses back down to my collar bone, kissing gently and then back to the middle of my neck, sucking lightly between his teeth.

"Oh, Louis." I breathe softly. He smiles and pecks my neck one more time before running the bridge of his nose along my jaw bone.

"I'm crazy about you, baby." He murmurs with a slight smile. I nod and bury my head in his neck and push him in his back, welcoming the warm hug he fold me in to.

I needed that.

-

The next morning Louis wakes me up and makes me go to work with him.'

"I'm tired." I pout.

"You should have slept!" He points out, tossing me some clothes. I didn't sleep very well again last night, I found myself not being able to, not that I was afraid of the night mares I just couldn't. My mind wouldn't shut up.

"I tried!" I snap, pouting all the way to the bathroom where I get dressed.

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I've been dressing in black and grey since... you know.. so I understand the red sweater Louis gives me, and I love the smile he tries to hide when I actually wear it.

Once done I stomp out to the car. Once in I put my knees on my chest and glare out the window.

"You're cute when you pout." He chuckles, putting his Aviators on before speeding off. I smile but don't let him see.

Once we arrive at the club, his friends are all there. I don't call them my friends yet because.. well.. I don;t know. I just don't! (Just in case you forgot there's Beth and Blake, James and Mariah, and Colton and Angela.)

"Hey Lou... Hey Lily." Mariah says sweetly to us. Lou says hi to her and his friends and I just smile awkwardly....

We're all at the bar even though they won't serve liquor until five and right now the club is used as more of a restaurant with a few loner singers who can go up at their own will, guitar in hand. It's pretty chill.

"So you wanna come out with us tonight?" Beth asks nicely, giving me a smile.


Beth's P.O.V.

She frowns at me and scratches her forehead.

I feel bad for her.

I do...

I know what it's like to be cheated. And I know how Harry Styles can be. And I heard how close they were from Louis who often vents to me...

I do the same for him, he's a good bud. I hope she says yes.

Flashback to yesterday when Lily went for a haircut.

"Why does she do these kind of things, it drives me mad!" He groans rubbing his eyes.

"She probably just went for a walk. Don't worry, shes a smart girl." I reassure him.

"I just want her to get better..." He breathes. Then his eyes light up. "Can you please ask her to go out tomorrow night? Shes tons of fun! You guys would love her!" he pleads. The other girls shrug.

"Sure."

End Flashback

"Um.. I guess.'' She mumbles, still frowning.

Lily's P.O.V.

Oh boy.

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