I step into the elevator last, choosing the side of Harry that Louis isn't standing on. I'm kind of enjoying this making-him-suffer thing. I should be angry with him, and I am in some way, but I think I'm enjoying it too much to actually feel angry. I guess I know that he did what he did from the kindness of his heart, but still, it's too much for me. I can feel his eyes on me, which I have done since we left the restaurant, but I'm happily ignoring him. Snickering on the inside. It's fun to see him squirm a little.

“So we'll see you guys later.” Harry says to Louis and Niall and my eyebrows raise in surprise. They're not coming with us? I sneak a peak at Louis and he looks as shocked as I feel. It's like Harry is dismissing them. Feels a little weird if you ask me, we always hang out all of us.

“Okey.” Niall mumble, pressing the bottom for his and Louis floor. The rest of the elevator ride feels awkward and silent. I bite the inside of my lip, lightly frowning. I wonder why Harry doesn't want them there. He seemed okey with them at the restaurant, so nothing could have happened since then since no one has said anything after we left.

“Bye mates.” Harry says as we step off and I turn to give a little wave to the two guys standing left in the elevator. They both look a little confused, Louis looking a little worried. I had looked forward to torture him a little more, but I guess that's out since he won't be there. I turn and walk after Harry down the hall before we stop in front of his apartment door. I step out of my jacket and shoes and follow him into the living room where I fall down on the couch.

“Want anything to drink?” He shouts from the kitchen. I pull the blanket laying on the chair next to the couch over my legs.

“Water's fine.” I smile as he comes back with a bottle and drop down on the couch beside me. “So what was that about?” I ask, nodding toward the front door. He frown as he takes a sip of his own water bottle.

“What?” His expression clear that he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

“You dismissing the guys from hanging out?” I ask, my eyebrows raised.

“I don't know. Felt like hanging with you alone.” He shrugs, running a hand through his hair.

“Okey.” I nod, taking a sip of my water. It's not that I don't like hanging with Harry alone, it's just the situation of him telling his friends that they couldn't come that feels weird. I try to shake the feeling off. It doesn't matter now, it's done.

“So what's your plans for christmas?” Harry ask and right as I'm about to answer him his phone starts to ring. “I'm sorry, I have to take this.” He says, giving me an apologetic smile.

“Not a problem.” I say waving him away. I then feel my phone vibrate in my lap. I pick it up to see a message received.

From Louis
Are you coming over later?

I ignore it as I reach for the remote to the TV, putting on a talent show. I guess I do can make him work for it even though he's not here. Harry went to his bedroom to take the call and I can hear the mumble of his voice behind the door. I smile as my phone vibrates in my hand only after a minute.

From Louis
Are you mad?

I press my phone in my hand as I bite my lip, expecting the next message. I stare at the phone, knowing that it will come, and so it does.

From Louis
Ahh, please! Come on. I'm sorry!

I decide to stop the miserable silence and answer him back.

To Louis
You should be.

From Louis
I am! I'm sorry. But what should I have done? I'm not gonna let you starve.

I frown as I read it, it's not that bad is it? I get food in my system enough, I have at least a few slices of bread left at home and I eat lunch at the bakery. I guess I don't really get all my meals in me, but I'm not starving.

To Louis
Not be an ass about it? I'll be fine.

From Louis
Just stop being mad at me and say that you will come by.

To Louis
We'll see.

I pucker my lips, knowing fully that I will go to his place, it's too cold to go home tonight. Besides, he has some making up to do. I smirk at the thought, some dirty things running through my mind.

From Louis
You are coming by. Or I will send you texts that will make you blush so hard that you won't be able to hide it from Harry.

I smirk at his threat. I wonder what nasty things he would send me. I feel a pull in my stomach just thinking about the possibilities. He has a crazy effect on me.

“What's so funny?” Harry ask as he comes into the room again, making me jump by surprise. I had been too concentrated on my phone to hear him walk back into the room. Harry smiles as he notice my shock.

“Eh, nothing. Just my dad.” I shrug, biting my lip.

“He makes you smile like that? What's he saying?” He pushes as he sits down. I feel like shit lying to him. It's such mixed feelings, because I hate it at the same time as I like it. Because the forbidden secret thing is very hot. But lying to my best friend isn't so nice.

“Oh, he's just crazy, not knowing what to pack for his trip here.” I say shrugging. I'm kind of impressed of my lying abilities, I've become a master at this, because the expression on Harry's face tells me that he believes me.

“Right, I was asking about that. What's your plan for the holiday?” He ask and I feel my lap vibrate again. Shit!

From Louis
I'm gonna do this to you.

There is a video attached to the message that I won't open, but the title is woman gets multiple hard orgasms. I stop reading. I feel my cheeks flush red as I try to hide it and look over at the TV. I take a deep breath. Holy shit! I feel myself getting damp only by the words.

“Eh... W-we are gonna go out to dinner on christmas eve.” I mumble to Harry. I don't like feeling this way with him sitting here.

“Yeah, Niall's going with you right?” He ask, I can feel his eyes on me.

“Yeah, and then I don't have too much planned. Thought about taking him to the lake.” I say and feel my face calming down a little. Shit, why do I let him do this to me. Louis is going to pay for that later.

“Right. We have to plan that. It should be fun.” Harry smiles as I look over at him nodding.

“What are your plans for when you go home?” I ask, feeling my phone vibrate again. Shit, I forgot to answer. I look down to find another video. I ignore it and type a quick response.

From Louis
Fine I'll come. Just stop sending those!!

“So I was planning to meet up with him.” I hear Harry say as I look up, realizing that I wasn't listening at all. I'm such a bad friend. “Then I'll just spend some time with mom, feels like forever since I met her.” He say, not seeming to notice my absent mind.

“Sounds good. I bet she's thrilled that you're coming home.” I know the feeling. I look forward to have my dad here for the holiday, I have missed him.

“Yeah, she's going crazy about it. But it'll be nice.” He says, putting his hair up in a bun. I look down at my phone.

From Louis
Deal.

I wanna roll my eyes, but hold it back. I can feel Harry's eyes on me and I put my phone on the table, making a move to show that I'm done with it. I feel so bad when I'm on the phone when I'm with other people. It feels rude. Harry clears his voice and I feel tension coming from his body, which confuses me. It also makes me nervous.

“Hey,” He says, sounding a little strange. “What's going on with you and Lou?” He ask and I feel my eyes widen. What the hell? My heart starts to beat really hard in my chest as I try to swallow.

“W-what do you m-mean?” I stutter, cursing myself for not being more cool about it. I look down on my fingers, trying to seem unaffected.

“Well, you told me before that you guys were talking a little, you know after you got back from your dad's, and you had some thing going on, because you wasn't talking to him.” He say and I frown. I do remember that. “But I don't even think I've seen you guys talk to each other, more then making mean comments.” He say and I look up at his confused face. I guess we have been a little distant, or a lot.

“Well, I don't know.” I shrug. “We talk some time, maybe you just don't notice it.” I try to sound casual about it. “Why do you ask?” I dare to ask him, biting on the inside of my cheek. I feel nervous talking about Louis with Harry. Though maybe this is good.

“I don't know. You guys seem to hate each other sometimes, and I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable when you're with us. I want you to get along with the guys.” He say and my heart swells a little. That's very sweet of him and he should only know how well I get along with Louis. God!

“Don't worry, I don't hate him. It's just fun to mess with him sometimes.” I smirk. “I love the guys, they are all fine.” I pat his knee in reassurance before turning toward the TV where some crazy music is playing. I have to talk with Louis about that though. Maybe we have played it a little too safe, not even talking to each other.

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“So I'll talk to you tomorrow.” I say before walking out of Harry's apartment door. We have spent a couple of hours just talking and watching TV. It's nice to spend time with him, it's always very easy, at least after he dropped the conversation about Louis.

“Tomorrow! Buy, love!” Harry closes the door and I start to walk to the elevator. I haven't heard anything else from Louis, but I think he's expecting me. I hope he hasn't gone to bed yet. Who am I kidding? It's Louis! He doesn't go to bed this early.

I step into the elevator and press his level on the button panel. I always feel a fluttering in my stomach when I walk to Louis door, I think it's all the nerves of one of the guys walking the halls that does it. I never know if I will run into one of them, and then to figure out how to explain what the hell I'm doing here. I knock on his door, looking down the hall, making sure no one is there. It's empty.

I turn around when I hear the door open and a messy-haired Louis stands behind it. He is dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, making the black ink on his arms and chest visible. I feel a deep pull in my stomach, he looks so damn hot.

“Why aren't you using your key?” He ask, stepping back and letting me in. I put my bag down on the floor before starting to unbutton my jacket, which I had to button to make it normal in Harry's eyes. He thought I was going out into the cold air, not two stories up in the same building.

“Because that would be hard to explain if Niall or anyone else happened to be here.” I say, pulling my jacket off and hanging it on one of the hooks beside the door. Louis has moved towards the living room. He feels a little standoff and it makes me frown. He sits down on the couch, pulling a hand through his hair. It looks like he's done that a lot tonight, because his hair is a real mess. I don't mind, I like it this way, but still. I get the feeling that he's in some kind of stress.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He mumble as he looks over at the TV. I sit down beside him on the couch, pulling my leg up under me.

“So, we should talk.” I say, thinking of what Harry and I talked about.

“I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!” Louis exclaim very loudly, looking over at me with stressed eyes. My eyes widen in shock at the volume of his voice. He stands up and start to pace the room. “I'm just trying to do the right thing here, doing what I can with the situation.” He continues and I sit frozen on shock. I wasn't prepared for this, him sounding hysterical. His hands pull on the roots of his hair. “I don't know how I'm suppose to do it.” He flings his arms out in despair, sighing loudly.

I look at this broken man. My broken man. I feel a sting of guilt for doing this to him, I know he's only trying to do the right thing. If our situation was normal he would be paying for my every meal if he could. I know that. I didn't think this effected him this much.

“Louis,” I say in the softest voice I can manage.

“No! I'm sorry, okey?” He scratches his neck as he pace. I thought he was fine, seeing the text messages he sent. But I guess that wasn't the case.

“Louis, come and sit.” I say and pat the couch beside me. He looks over at me, his eyes wild. I give him a small smile, trying to make him sure that everything is all right. He sighs deep before sitting down, his eyes watching his hands that are fiddling in his lap.

I move closer to him, hating seeing him like this. I put my arm behind his neck and my other hand cover his, stilling them. I feel his whole body being tense.

“Louis, look at me.” I whisper and when he finally look up at me I lean over to lightly press my lips against his. My hand behind his neck, pushing him to me. He sits frozen, not responding at all, but I refuse to let his demons win. I move my lips around his, lightly stoking my lips against his in between kissing. “Louie.” I whisper before again pressing my lips against his. This time feeling his tense body relax a little and his lips responding. I press myself closer to his body and his arms wrap around me. I move over to straddle him and I run both of my hands through his hair as we kiss deep. I make sure to make my feelings clear in my kiss, ensuring him that I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

I pull away, looking into his eyes, the stress is mostly gone in them and they are now filled with confusion. I peck his lips again before sitting back so that I can see him fully, but still sitting in his lap and holding my hands behind his neck.

“Now tell me what the hell is going through that head of yours.” I say and raise my eyebrows. I play with the hair in the back of his head as I watch his eyes move from mine down my face and body before coming back up again.

“I...eh...I thought you were mad?” He say, confusion clear in his voice.

“I was.” I say, as a matter of fact. But when I see his eyes looking at me like a puppy, I melt. “But not that mad.” I say pecking his lips. I hate that he's so uncertain and vulnerable. I want to kill his ex for doing this to him.

“Oh...” He lets out a breath. “But you wanted to talk?” He ask, looking even more confused. I guess my we need to talk wasn't too smart to use at the moment. I didn't think of it.

“Yeah, but not about that. You're getting punished for that later,” I say smirking, trying to lighten the mood. “Now I wanted to talk about something totally different.” I see calmness fill his blue eyes and he almost sink in the couch as the tension release.

“Oh..”

“I'm sorry if I scared you.” I say and he gives me a small forced smile.

“What did you want to talk about?” He ask, shaking of the moment before. I peck his lips before sitting down beside him on the couch, taking his hand and intertwining our fingers.

“Something Harry said.” I say and he frowns.

“What did he say?” He ask, almost sounding defensive.

“He just asked about us, not in that way. But he wondered what was going on, because after Philly you told him that we talked and that we had some shit going on.” I say waving my hand. “And now we don't even speak to each other when we all meet and he thinks I hate you.” I say, wrinkling my nose. Louis laughs. It feels nice to hear his laugh.

“What? He does?” He chuckles and his thumb stroke the back of my hand. The strokes leaving tingles in the skin.

“Yeah, apparently. I guess we have been a little too good at trying to hide this.” I say and point between us. “I think we need to ease up a little. We can't go from seeming like we hate each other to being in a relationship, that will mess even more with his head.” I say and Louis nod.

“What do you propose?” He ask and I shrug.

“I guess just act normal, like we would with anyone else. Talk as we're friends, not ignore each other and pretend like we don't know each other.”

“Yeah, I guess that would be good. Would make it a bit easier also. But does that mean that we can't squabble anymore?” He ask, raising one eyebrow at me. I like that he has gone back to normal, the event just minutes ago, forgotten.

“Are you kidding? That's the best part. So no, we are not stopping that.” I say, sticking my tongue out at him. “But we can be friends in public right?” I ask and he smiles at me.

“Yes, definitely. I'll at least try to keep my hands away.” He say, holding his hands up in the air. I lean over to kiss him and I smile into the kiss.

“Good.” I whisper against his lips.

“So... I'm getting punished?” He ask, his voice low and raspy. A fire starts in my body, making me all warm.

“Oh, definitely.” I stand up and pull on his hand to drag him with me. “What you did was a dick move.” I fake being angry. “You'll suffer hard.” I say, emphasizing the last word. I see the smirk on his face as I pull him with me to the bedroom.

Notes

Oh my god! This was so bad. I'm sorry. I wish I had a good excuse for not updating in more than two weeks. :/ I just didn't feel this chapter, I'm sorry!! I'm going to quicken this up a little, hopefully getting some inspiration with a little more happening in the chapters. Christmas coming early this year!

I'm sorry.

Don't hate me!

xx.