I Understand. An AU/punk story.

I whip around to find a very unhappy Louis stalking towards Harry and I.

"Just talking." Harry chuckles lightly and looks back to me again. Louis meets me and an arm is swung around my hips protectively. Harry remains solemn from the action but I don't miss the little twitch in his lip as he watches Louis touch me.

"About?" Louis asks, looking down at me.

"About how she isn't sleeping well." Harry intrudes, a smug look on his face.

"I'm pretty sure I was asking her." Lou snaps back, squeezing me tighter to him.

Harry just shrugs and turns his attention back to me, staring at me intently. I frown and look at my toes. Not sure what to do about the current situation at hand.

"Well lets get this over with." Zayn huffs, coming to Harry's side and clamping a hand down on his shoulder. Harry nods, still staring at me. Louis nods.

"Come by whenever you want. Just shoot me a text." Harry says to me before following Zayn to the back room. Once him and Niall and Liam are gone Louis turns me to face him.

"You alright?" I nod and smile apprehensively up at him. "What did he mean come over?" He then asks, his voice growing hard and cold. I sigh and drop my head forward on his head, the guilt of my fluffy friends starring down at me again.

"My dogs." I mumble in to his shirt.

"Oh.." He breathes, and I don't miss the relief in his tone. I wrap my arms around hi and take in the familiar scent of vanilla. He relaxes under my touch and pulls me up slightly so he can hug me tight against himself. "Are you going to?" He takes my hips in his hands and pulls me back an inch to look in to my eyes.

"Well, I really should. They're my dogs more than they are his. But if I do it's for them not him." I tell him, biting on my bottom lip as I watch his face turn to one of sadness at my words.

"Oh, ok." He breathes, looking down at me before laying his head on my own.

"You don't have to worry, Louis." I whisper to him, not liking how sad he's suddenly getting over this conversation. He shrugs and pulls away from me, putting a foot of space between us, his hands in his pockets a distant and sad look in his sea blue eyes.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't hear that before." He shrugs and then gives me a half smile that doesn't reach his eyes and begins to walk to the back room to meet the others. Something strange whirls in to me. I didn't want him to have to worry. How was that fair to him? I didn't know what we were but whatever it was, was something and I was not going to let an old flame that broke my heart ruin it.

"Louis!" I call out after him, grabbing his elbow I spin him around and waste no time in pushing my mouth to his. He seems a little dazed at first but catches on the next second, his right hand cupping the back of my neck, the left winding in to my hair fiercely.

The girls all cat call and whistle as I move my lips sweetly against his own. I pull away and his cheeks are red. I giggle up at him at pinch one gently.

"Go to your meeting. And behave!" I scold him, pretending to be serious. He rolls his eyes, pecks my nose and leaves me there.

-

The meeting last about an hour before the boys start filing out of the room, they all look irritated and tired.

"See ya, Nialler." I say sadly as he walks past my stool. he gives me a lazy half smile and comes ot me, wrapping me in a quick hug before pulling away.

"See ya, grape." he winks.

"Bye Liam." I sigh again, I can feel Louis's eyes on me form behind the bar. He smiles at me a beautiful and chamring smile before pulling me in to a hug.

"Why the long face?" He ask after our embrace. I shrug.

"I miss you guys." I sigh. He frowns and musses my hair before joining Niall leaving me to Zayn.

"Bye Malik." I say softly. He smiles and comes to me, pulling me in to a big hug.

"Chin up, pretty girl." He gives me a huge smile and follows the two before him. And then Harry emerges. A pained expression on his flawless face. I play with my fingers, hoping he will just leave but soon his famous boots come in to my eye sight.

"I'll see you later, Lilian." he breathes. I look up and try to paint my best smile on my face but fail horribly. I know it's grown silent and all of our friends are watching intently at the saga before them. I read his expressions and know exactly what hes saying. 'I miss you. So much. How do we move past this?' I nod.

"Yeah, later." I breathe, swallowing the weird lump in my throat. I'm still mad at him for what he did. And honestly I probably always will be. But he once meant the world to me and... i don't know... where does that leave us? How will this ever smooth out? Instead I let him see me say 'I miss you. You hurt me. You tell me. I haven't a clue.'

I stare up in to his jade eyes and wait for it. I don't know what. Just something. For him to apologize? Fight back? Punch Louis out? I don't know something.

I want him to fight for me.

And I don't know if I would forgive him. Odds are I won't. But it doesn't change the fact I need him to fight for me. It won't heal anything. Won't erase or mend anything.

Just consolidate our feelings?

I have no fucking idea.

He bites his lip. He's expecting the same thing and it's a shame because I won't allow myself to chase him.

It's all in his hand.

All of my cards dealt.

Why doesn't he see that?

Then suddenly his hands grab my upper arms and he rips my chest to his, pulling me in for a hug. Guilt strikes hard as I know Louis is watching. I place my hands on his hips and squeeze my finger nails tightly in to the skin under neath his black T shirt as if I could transfer some of my pain in to him. Knowing damn well that that's not possible.

"You look very pretty in your dress." He whispers in my ear. My breath hitches and I pull away from him. There isn't a smirk there or any sign that he was saying it to press my buttons. He said it because... I don't know why... Because he wanted to? I nod once and turn away form him and go back to my stool as they leave.

Louis doesn't meet my eyes, instead he just wipes off the bar top and chats absentmindedly with his friends for a bit. I hate the fact that he thinks he has to worry.

But doesn't he? You know how spineless you are when it comes to Harry.

My subconscious rips on me. I swallow again, my throat constricted and hot.

-

Once at home he goes to the couch and plops down, starring at the ceiling. He hasn't spoken to me for the rest of the day or the car ride home/. I pull my beanie off of my head and toss it on the counter before making my way to him. Taking it upon myself to plop down next to him on the couch, reaching for him to swipe a piece of hair off of his forehead.

"Why are you mad at me?" I whimper, searching his face as he looks at me.

"I'm not." He scoffs, sitting up and rubbing his hand up and down my back as he drops his head on to my shoulder.

"You haven't talked to me in a long time." I pout, snuggling my head in to him, welcoming the familiar scent again. His strong arms wrap around me.

"I've been thinking." He says matter o factly, kissing the top of my head.

"About what?" I press, pushing his chest down so I can lay down on him, my head on his right shoulder, my body draped on his, my head down far enough so I can see his face as I play with the collar of his shirt. His hands stroke up and down my back softly.

"You." He admits, no shame in his voice though. I smile and prop up my elbows to see him better as he watches me carefully.

"Good or bad." I whisper, eyeing his pink lips longingly.

"Good. Always good." he whispers back, his hands stopping on my lower waist to squeeze.

"I think about you too, you know." I tell him with a smile. He lifts a brow and props up his elbows so I'm sitting on his lap.

"Oh, yeah?" He chuckles, dropping his forehead on mine. I nod and bite my lip. "Good or bad?" He asks, a beautiful smile on his once sad face.

"Bad. Definitely bad." I giggle, hiding my face in his neck. He makes a scoff sound and pretends to be outraged.

"You better take that back!" He warns. I pull back and look at him.

"I'm not in the least bit threatened." I smirk at him and his jaw drops.

"You sure?" He smirks, his hands trickling down to my thighs, gently playing with the hem of my dress. I shudder as his fingers gently graze my thighs. I nod my head warily and his smirk increases.

Then hes tickling me. I scream as he throws me on my back and digs his fingers in to my sides, tickling me as I shriek.

"N -No!" I yell between gasps for air and my insane laughing.

"Tell what you think about me!" he laughs and continues.

"B -Bad.. Stuff!" I laugh harder and yell between my gasps for air, my eyes watering form laughing too hard, his knees keep me pinned and he goes completely un-phased when I grab a chuck of his hair.

"OK!" He laughs keeps tickling me.

"Stop!" I scream between my laughing and insane kicking.

"Tell me!" He yells so I can hear him.

"GOOD STUFF!" I shriek. His hands stop and I collapse under him, he leans over me with a smug look.

"Thought so." he smiles, my chest rages war as I attempt to keep my breath steady.

"You are satin." I breathe, he drops his head back and lets out a beautiful laugh that lightens the atmosphere with ease. When he's done he looks back down at me, his face suddenly serious. His smooth fingers brush my jaw and I become aware of our position. His hips firm on mine, my arms around his shoulders.

And then his mouth is on mine, his kiss hungry and needy. I gasp slightly as he grabs my back and pulls our chests closer but I respond none the less and hook my legs around him. I don't waste any time and bring my hands to his back, sliding my hands up and down the skin on his back under his shirt, appreciating the flew and moving of the muscles under my touch.

He groans lightly when I push my nails in to his shoulders leaving small crescent marks. I reach down and pull his shirt up which he quickly tosses on the floor, a smile on his face as he pulls my jean vest off of my shoulders, tossing it to the side, taking my dress he pulls it up to my hips and presses his length in to me. I gasp lightly when he rotates his hips. I hand on to his shoulders for dear life when his hand slips in between my legs.

I whimper lightly when his fingers slide down the cloth covering myself. He looks up at me, lust in his eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" he breathes, gently kissing my collar bone.

We aren't even dating.

I bite my lip, weighing the options.

Will this lead to sex?

He frowns when it takes me a while to come up with an answer.

"It's fine...Go get ready. We're going to diner." He smiles a tight smile and pulls my dress down before getting off of me. The tightness in the front of his jeans obvious.

"Louis -" I begin, stretching out to grab him.

"No it's fine. Go get ready." He smiles and leaves me dazed and turned on on the couch.

Harry's P.O.V.

"I just don't know what to do!" I slur, dropping my head forward on the booth inside of my Bowling Alley.

"Man, I told you. You need to tell her where you stand." Zayn snaps, reaching out to snatch my booze away.

"She's with fucking Louis!" I yell, alcohol blurring everything.

"Hey, baby." The nasily voice of the she devil herself smirks, sliding in to the booth.

I shoot my head up and my eyes meet Carissa's.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I yell at her. Could this day get any worse? I look around for Lilian out of sheer habit.

"Harry!" Zayn yells at me.

"Oh stop being a pussy. I miss you." She smiles and leans forward.

"YOU RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE! GO AWAY!" I scream at her again, sliding right next to the wall, dropping my head again. This bitch didn't get it. Wheres my fucking girl?

"It's not my fault you cheated on your girlfriend."

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