Don't
Five
VIOLET
I drained the sweat off my forehead with a towel, and got off the treadmill. I needed to jog the stress away and the modern gym of the hotel had been the right place to do it. Now I was tired and soared, but relieved. At least, my mind wasn’t a complete mess, I felt like I could bare the rest of my stay there without problems.
At first, when Vivienne told me I had to travel to LA and make sure everything was perfect for the boys, I wasn’t sure to accept her offer; but then, I wasn’t in position to reject it neither. Staying with the band and the whole team for almost two weeks was something that scared me. It meant seeing Harry every day. And seeing Louis too. There was no denying I was having a good time; when I wasn´t working, I enjoyed walking around LA. I also spent some time with Lou, the boys’ stylist, who had a precious little girl. Lou was very kind with me and kept me company during the little free time I had.
I took a sip of water from my bottle and headed to the elevator. I wanted to go to my room, take a shower and enjoy the rest of my day off. The doors closed behind me and I pushed the button. I looked at myself in the mirror of the elevator. My hair was a mess: I had managed to do it up in a tiny ponytail, but a few locks had fallen off. I could feel all sweaty under my leggings and the Nike t-shirt. As soon as I got out the elevator, I was going straight to the shower.
The doors opened again. I was staying in a different floor from the one the boys were. The hotel was pretty big and exclusive, but luckily enough, it was quiet and almost empty. I looked for the small card that worked as a key inside my pocket.
“Afternoon workout?”
I turned around and saw Louis, standing there with his hair in a headband and dressed like he was going to play a football match.
“I thought you were upstairs," I said, trying to hide the fact I was suddenly very nervous. I knew I smelled and looked terrible after running two miles.
“I came down to invite you, we are going to have a few drinks later at the terrace. Do you want to come?”
“Oh… thanks, I’m kind of tired but…” there was that feeling again, the doubt. I wanted to spend time with them, with Louis. I also hadn’t seen Harry in two days. But I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to go. I opened my room’s door and stood in the frame. “Thank you for inviting me." I said, trying to smile.
Louis grabbed me by both shoulders and he took a glimpse of my face.
“Stop worrying so much, love. You are working with us, have fun, nobody is going to say anything.”
Damn, he had just read my thoughts. I smiled at him and nodded. Louis took my hand and gave it a soft kiss. Then, he turned around and pushed the button to call the elevator.
“Tonight at 10 p.m. At the terrace, OK?”
“OK.”
I closed the door behind me. I looked at the spacious room, with a full bed in the middle and a window with cream curtains. I was tempted to take that shower and just lay on bed for the rest of the afternoon. I didn’t want to think anymore. I took my snickers off and grabbed a clean tower. The best would be to shower the worries off.
I just finished putting some eyeliner on, when I heard a loud knock on the door.
“Coming!” I yelled. I had styled my hair into waves and chosen a simple but effective outfit: a black maxi skirt and a white top. We were staying at the hotel, so I didn’t want to doll myself up too much. When I opened the door, I saw Niall.
“Oh, hi.” I said. I wasn’t expecting him.
"Ready? The boys are at the terrace.”
“Yeah, just let me grab my phone."I put it inside my small purse and followed Niall.
“I don't understand you ladies and your need for phones." he chuckled.
“Well I don't understand you men and your love for bums.” I smiled back.
“Touché. May I remind you, the boys and I are very fun drunks to have around so might as well enjoy it while you can.” He replied cockily.
“And if you get to fun, I'll have your mums ground you."I said, smiling.
"I am a man and don't need-"
When the doors opened and interrupted Niall from his sentence, we entered a small hall with large windows and a glazed door. I was amazed by the view: on the other side of the glass I could see a huge terrace. It was softly illuminated, furnished with a few coffee tables and comfortable chairs.
“They closed it for us,” said Niall “so we can have privacy.”
I looked around. From the top of the hotel, you could see every building in LA. The sun was setting, reflecting it’s light on the roofs and dying everything in red. It was beautiful. Niall grabbed what looked like a red smoothie and gave it to me.
“There you go, and if you don't call my mum I won't call Bella and tell her how much fun you having gon without her .” I laughed as he turned away to talk to the boys.
I took a sip of the drink: it tasted like strawberry and vodka. I noticed there were more people than I expected, perhaps friends of the boys, but I couldn’t find Harry. I wasn’t sure if I could ask where he was. I didn’t want to give myself away. But I wasn't sure if I should text him, the note he left that night also had his phone number which I saved to my contacts. Though I never once called or texted him.
“Mmm Niall?” I said, trying to catch his attention.
“Yep?”
“Are Harry and Zayn coming too?” I tried to make the question sound indifferent, but I knew I hadn’t succeeded. Niall looked at me with a smile. I wanted to punch myself in the face; it felt like he could read my thoughts too.
“I think Zayn is sleeping and Harry might come later. I don’t know. He is not staying here.”
“Oh… it’s just I haven’t seen them around since the rehearsal yesterday.”
“Well, Harry has his own place in LA. So, he stays there.”
I took another sip of my drink. So, that was the reason I never saw him in the hotel. I could sense Niall looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I tried to concentrate on my drink and when I heard Liam joking about snapbacks I discretely joined the conversation.
“Glad you came,” I heard Louis voice in my ear. There he was, looking good as usual with just a pair of short jeans and a black tank top. He placed an arm around my shoulders.
“Well, I didn’t have much choice, didn’t I?” I answered smiling. Music started to play.
"Hey, you’re in a so called party with a bunch of English lads, you can’t get better than this.” he said trying to make himself heard over the music.
As the night fast-forward, everyone got a little bit drunk. Niall and Liam were dancing with two friends and a girl, while Louis and I were sitting with the rest, laughing at the tour anecdotes that Josh was sharing.
I checked my phone: it was 11:30 p.m. Harry hadn’t come yet. I turned it off again. I stood up. I knew Louis was looking at me, but I just wanted to call Bella. For some reason, I wasn’t feeling OK. Maybe the best was leaving and going to bed. I breathed in deeply, admiring the view of LA. Thousands and thousands of lights in front of me.
“Are you OK?” Louis stood beside me. He had a concerned look.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine." he said, taking my hand in his. He intertwined his fingers in mine and looked right into my eyes.
“I got a lot in my head, that’s it.”
“Has it anything to do with me?”
Why would I lie? It had to do with him, with Harry, with everything.
“Sort of." I answered.
“You can talk to me, I’m here Violet.” he said.
“I’m the person who designs your clothes for the Grammys Lou, not your friend." I knew that was a harsh thing to say, but I was so confused.
“You know that’s not true," he answered with vehemence. I stood there, silent. There were voices around us, singing and laughing. But to me, the fun was over. This was exactly what I was afraid of. I felt a knot in my stomach.
“I better go, Lou.” I said, and started walking to the hall. I didn’t want to go without saying goodbye to rest of the boys, but I couldn’t stay any longer. I pressed the elevator button and got inside as fast as I could. As the doors closed, I saw Louis looking at me with pain in his eyes.
When the elevator stopped, I quickly look for the card inside my purse but my hands were shaking. I needed to talk to Bella, to my friend. I needed to get these feelings out of my chest.
I heard the elevator doors open again and before I knew, Louis took my hand and made me turn around.
“Don’t go like that.” he said, with a sweet voice.
“Lou…”
“No, listen. I like you Violet, I really do.”
His words resonated in my head; he had said it. And the worse thing was I liked him too. This was getting too complicated. We look at each other, my hands in his. I could feel my heart pounding as Louis leaned forward; I could sense his warm breath in my lips. He first gave me a gentle kiss, caressing my lips softly.
Then, he placed one hand in my waist and pulled me closer; we started kissing more passionately, but it was still a warm, sweet kiss. So different from Harry.
When our lips parted, Louis put his hand on the side of my face and caressed my check.
“I really like you, Violet.” he said, almost whispering. He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes. I wanted to tell him I liked him too. I wanted to tell him I loved the way he treated me. But, there was Harry: I liked Harry. I had sex with Harry. Fuck.
I shook my head.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just… I don’t know what to do.”
Louis took my right hand and kissed the back of it; every time he did that, I couldn’t help smiling.
“I’m sorry if I rushed you," he said “but I needed to kiss you, I needed you to know.”
I couldn’t answer. Everything had happened very fast and I was still trying to catch my breath.
“Maybe I should go now." I said.
“Yeah, I’ll let you rest. I… Good night, Violet.”
I entered the room, took my shoes off and sat on the bed. My head was going to explode in any minute. I grabbed the pillow and hugged it. The whole situation was a mess, I couldn’t handle it. I liked both of them, and they both liked me. One by one, I felt like every feeling, every emotion inside was drowning me and tears rolled down my cheeks.
How had I ended up caught in a stupid love traingle? How had I ended choosing between Louis and Harry?
I heard a knock on my door and, for a moment, I didn't want to open it because I thought it was Louis but the raspy voice proved me wrong.
"Violet? Are you in there?" I wiped my tears away quickly and went to the door.
"Hey." My voice was hoarse from my breakdown and Harry noticed it, I think anyone could.
"What's wrong? I haven't seen you in two days and I missed you and-" I didn't know what he was going to say after that because, suddenly, my lips were on his.
His hands wrapped around my waist as mine got tangled in his brown curls. I don't know what was so different about this but this time it actually felt right, like I final made the right choice without worrying about the consequences. Without worrying about Louis.
"I could get used to that." Harry said when I finally pulled away.
"Let's go inside." I smiled and let Harry in before closing the door.
He laid his black leather jacket on the desk and sat down on my bed. He was wearing a short sleeve, button down shirt that had a black and white tribal pattern. He didn't close the first 4 buttons which revealed his beautiful tattoos.
"Like what you see?" He smirked the smirk that only he could rock and gave me a wink.
"Loving it," I said sarcastically.
"You still haven't told me what happened."He said and patted a spot right next to him gesturing me to sit down.
"Why weren't you in the terrace earlier?" I asked, ignoring his previous question.
"I was getting ready to see you. I'm answering all of yours, now answer one of mine."
"How come you've never texted or called me?" I asked spilling one of my thoughts from earlier.
"You have my number but I don't have yours, give me your phone so I can see your number." He commanded as I took my phone from the pillow on the head of the bed.
"And while I do that, answer my question." He said as he took his phone out to copy my number.
"Yes, I like what I see." He looked up from my phone and made a look that made me laugh.
"Not that question, the other one." I sighed knowing that I couldn't dodge it anymore.
"Louis kissed me and it felt wrong and I just started crying because I didn't know what to feel." I said all in one breath.
"He what?" His eyebrows furrowed as I repeated what I said earlier.
"I'm sorry." I had so much to apologize for.
"You have nothing to apologize for," Apparently he felt the opposite. "It's not his fault your so amazing."
I blushed at his reply as he gave me my phone back, "Now I can call or text you to fuck me whenever I want." He smiled as his dirty thoughts mixed with mine.
"Could you stay here tonight?" I asked, surprised at my question more that he was.
"Of course, do you want me to check the monster under your bed also?" I laughed simultaneously at his reply.
"Thank you. Now let me change from my clothes to my pajamas." I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I walked over to the bathroom.
"I love that skirt, shows off your bum perfectly." He smirked.
"Harry!" He chuckled as I made a childish whine.
I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself in the mirror, my braid was now a mess as I tried to untangle it, my mascara ran down my cheeks as I tried to wash of my makeup. At least what was left of it. I grabbed a creme colored, oversized sweater from my closet and pulled it over my head. The soft material covered my arms and reached above my knees as I straightened it. I took a brush from the counter and fixed my hair into a messy side braid.
I made sure I looked presentable before opening the door to reveal a half-naked Harry. He was laying on the bed in jeans, his shirt had came off and was in a tangled mess on the edge of the bed. He was smiling at something on his phone as his arm flexed, revealing his muscles perfectly.
"I really wish you hadn't worn that." He said eyeing my comfortable clothing.
"Well then I'd be wearing my spongebob pajamas which is embarrassing." I laughed as I skipped to the bed like a little child.
"Are you really going to be wearing jeans while your sleeping?" I asked while putting the blanket over my body.
"Nope, I'm only sleeping in my boxers." He got off the bed and unbuckled his belt to take off his jeans.
In a quick second he was back in bed and under the blanket with me, I turned off the lamp and faced Harry.
"What do you like about me?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Your eyes, I love how they sparkle whenever you see me. Your lips, they're so soft and a really great kisser too." He chucked. "Your personality, I love your sense of humor and how your so care free. You don't care what other people say and I love how sarcastic you are, though it's annoying sometimes. I love your childish behavior. And you. I love every single thing about you." His reply made me blush crazily as he leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead.
"Why don't you tell me a little something about yourself." He said as he wrapped his arm under my head so it was now resting on my shoulder.
"I absolutely despise roses, it seems too cliche. I'm really into carnations, the pink ones especially." I yawned after my statement.
"Your tired, let's just sleep okay?" He said as he pulled me close to him. I draped my arm over his chest as my eyes started feeling heavier and darkened took over me.
Sudden knocks on the door woke me up at and ungodly hour, I tried blinking out the noise by hugging Harry tighter and closing my eyes shut but I knew it would go away. I didn't want to move from my position, Harry's hand was still on my shoulder and my arm was across his chest.
"Who the hell could that be? It's like 3 AM." Harry's raspy voice complained as he pushed his loan hair back with his free hand.
"I'll get it," I said and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek signaling him to sleep again.
I rubbed my eyes as the knocking on the door became louder. I groaned as I opened it to reveal a certain blue-eyes boy.
"Louis?"
"Violet, I'm sorry for waking you it's just that I don't know what to do and I've been up all night thinking about you and drinking hasn't helped me at all." His blood shot eyes told me that he was telling the truth about drinking.
"Calm down, maybe you just need a shower and some coffee and-"
"Could I sleep here tonight?" Shit.
"Umm, my room is quite a mess. I don't think you want to be in here." I suck at lying.
"It's fine I'll only be sleeping." I tried to block his view of the bed but when Harry moved, Louis's head moved to the side and a flash of pain covered his face.
"Harry?"
I drained the sweat off my forehead with a towel, and got off the treadmill. I needed to jog the stress away and the modern gym of the hotel had been the right place to do it. Now I was tired and soared, but relieved. At least, my mind wasn’t a complete mess, I felt like I could bare the rest of my stay there without problems.
At first, when Vivienne told me I had to travel to LA and make sure everything was perfect for the boys, I wasn’t sure to accept her offer; but then, I wasn’t in position to reject it neither. Staying with the band and the whole team for almost two weeks was something that scared me. It meant seeing Harry every day. And seeing Louis too. There was no denying I was having a good time; when I wasn´t working, I enjoyed walking around LA. I also spent some time with Lou, the boys’ stylist, who had a precious little girl. Lou was very kind with me and kept me company during the little free time I had.
I took a sip of water from my bottle and headed to the elevator. I wanted to go to my room, take a shower and enjoy the rest of my day off. The doors closed behind me and I pushed the button. I looked at myself in the mirror of the elevator. My hair was a mess: I had managed to do it up in a tiny ponytail, but a few locks had fallen off. I could feel all sweaty under my leggings and the Nike t-shirt. As soon as I got out the elevator, I was going straight to the shower.
The doors opened again. I was staying in a different floor from the one the boys were. The hotel was pretty big and exclusive, but luckily enough, it was quiet and almost empty. I looked for the small card that worked as a key inside my pocket.
“Afternoon workout?”
I turned around and saw Louis, standing there with his hair in a headband and dressed like he was going to play a football match.
“I thought you were upstairs," I said, trying to hide the fact I was suddenly very nervous. I knew I smelled and looked terrible after running two miles.
“I came down to invite you, we are going to have a few drinks later at the terrace. Do you want to come?”
“Oh… thanks, I’m kind of tired but…” there was that feeling again, the doubt. I wanted to spend time with them, with Louis. I also hadn’t seen Harry in two days. But I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to go. I opened my room’s door and stood in the frame. “Thank you for inviting me." I said, trying to smile.
Louis grabbed me by both shoulders and he took a glimpse of my face.
“Stop worrying so much, love. You are working with us, have fun, nobody is going to say anything.”
Damn, he had just read my thoughts. I smiled at him and nodded. Louis took my hand and gave it a soft kiss. Then, he turned around and pushed the button to call the elevator.
“Tonight at 10 p.m. At the terrace, OK?”
“OK.”
I closed the door behind me. I looked at the spacious room, with a full bed in the middle and a window with cream curtains. I was tempted to take that shower and just lay on bed for the rest of the afternoon. I didn’t want to think anymore. I took my snickers off and grabbed a clean tower. The best would be to shower the worries off.
I just finished putting some eyeliner on, when I heard a loud knock on the door.
“Coming!” I yelled. I had styled my hair into waves and chosen a simple but effective outfit: a black maxi skirt and a white top. We were staying at the hotel, so I didn’t want to doll myself up too much. When I opened the door, I saw Niall.
“Oh, hi.” I said. I wasn’t expecting him.
"Ready? The boys are at the terrace.”
“Yeah, just let me grab my phone."I put it inside my small purse and followed Niall.
“I don't understand you ladies and your need for phones." he chuckled.
“Well I don't understand you men and your love for bums.” I smiled back.
“Touché. May I remind you, the boys and I are very fun drunks to have around so might as well enjoy it while you can.” He replied cockily.
“And if you get to fun, I'll have your mums ground you."I said, smiling.
"I am a man and don't need-"
When the doors opened and interrupted Niall from his sentence, we entered a small hall with large windows and a glazed door. I was amazed by the view: on the other side of the glass I could see a huge terrace. It was softly illuminated, furnished with a few coffee tables and comfortable chairs.
“They closed it for us,” said Niall “so we can have privacy.”
I looked around. From the top of the hotel, you could see every building in LA. The sun was setting, reflecting it’s light on the roofs and dying everything in red. It was beautiful. Niall grabbed what looked like a red smoothie and gave it to me.
“There you go, and if you don't call my mum I won't call Bella and tell her how much fun you having gon without her .” I laughed as he turned away to talk to the boys.
I took a sip of the drink: it tasted like strawberry and vodka. I noticed there were more people than I expected, perhaps friends of the boys, but I couldn’t find Harry. I wasn’t sure if I could ask where he was. I didn’t want to give myself away. But I wasn't sure if I should text him, the note he left that night also had his phone number which I saved to my contacts. Though I never once called or texted him.
“Mmm Niall?” I said, trying to catch his attention.
“Yep?”
“Are Harry and Zayn coming too?” I tried to make the question sound indifferent, but I knew I hadn’t succeeded. Niall looked at me with a smile. I wanted to punch myself in the face; it felt like he could read my thoughts too.
“I think Zayn is sleeping and Harry might come later. I don’t know. He is not staying here.”
“Oh… it’s just I haven’t seen them around since the rehearsal yesterday.”
“Well, Harry has his own place in LA. So, he stays there.”
I took another sip of my drink. So, that was the reason I never saw him in the hotel. I could sense Niall looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I tried to concentrate on my drink and when I heard Liam joking about snapbacks I discretely joined the conversation.
“Glad you came,” I heard Louis voice in my ear. There he was, looking good as usual with just a pair of short jeans and a black tank top. He placed an arm around my shoulders.
“Well, I didn’t have much choice, didn’t I?” I answered smiling. Music started to play.
"Hey, you’re in a so called party with a bunch of English lads, you can’t get better than this.” he said trying to make himself heard over the music.
As the night fast-forward, everyone got a little bit drunk. Niall and Liam were dancing with two friends and a girl, while Louis and I were sitting with the rest, laughing at the tour anecdotes that Josh was sharing.
I checked my phone: it was 11:30 p.m. Harry hadn’t come yet. I turned it off again. I stood up. I knew Louis was looking at me, but I just wanted to call Bella. For some reason, I wasn’t feeling OK. Maybe the best was leaving and going to bed. I breathed in deeply, admiring the view of LA. Thousands and thousands of lights in front of me.
“Are you OK?” Louis stood beside me. He had a concerned look.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine." he said, taking my hand in his. He intertwined his fingers in mine and looked right into my eyes.
“I got a lot in my head, that’s it.”
“Has it anything to do with me?”
Why would I lie? It had to do with him, with Harry, with everything.
“Sort of." I answered.
“You can talk to me, I’m here Violet.” he said.
“I’m the person who designs your clothes for the Grammys Lou, not your friend." I knew that was a harsh thing to say, but I was so confused.
“You know that’s not true," he answered with vehemence. I stood there, silent. There were voices around us, singing and laughing. But to me, the fun was over. This was exactly what I was afraid of. I felt a knot in my stomach.
“I better go, Lou.” I said, and started walking to the hall. I didn’t want to go without saying goodbye to rest of the boys, but I couldn’t stay any longer. I pressed the elevator button and got inside as fast as I could. As the doors closed, I saw Louis looking at me with pain in his eyes.
When the elevator stopped, I quickly look for the card inside my purse but my hands were shaking. I needed to talk to Bella, to my friend. I needed to get these feelings out of my chest.
I heard the elevator doors open again and before I knew, Louis took my hand and made me turn around.
“Don’t go like that.” he said, with a sweet voice.
“Lou…”
“No, listen. I like you Violet, I really do.”
His words resonated in my head; he had said it. And the worse thing was I liked him too. This was getting too complicated. We look at each other, my hands in his. I could feel my heart pounding as Louis leaned forward; I could sense his warm breath in my lips. He first gave me a gentle kiss, caressing my lips softly.
Then, he placed one hand in my waist and pulled me closer; we started kissing more passionately, but it was still a warm, sweet kiss. So different from Harry.
When our lips parted, Louis put his hand on the side of my face and caressed my check.
“I really like you, Violet.” he said, almost whispering. He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes. I wanted to tell him I liked him too. I wanted to tell him I loved the way he treated me. But, there was Harry: I liked Harry. I had sex with Harry. Fuck.
I shook my head.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just… I don’t know what to do.”
Louis took my right hand and kissed the back of it; every time he did that, I couldn’t help smiling.
“I’m sorry if I rushed you," he said “but I needed to kiss you, I needed you to know.”
I couldn’t answer. Everything had happened very fast and I was still trying to catch my breath.
“Maybe I should go now." I said.
“Yeah, I’ll let you rest. I… Good night, Violet.”
I entered the room, took my shoes off and sat on the bed. My head was going to explode in any minute. I grabbed the pillow and hugged it. The whole situation was a mess, I couldn’t handle it. I liked both of them, and they both liked me. One by one, I felt like every feeling, every emotion inside was drowning me and tears rolled down my cheeks.
How had I ended up caught in a stupid love traingle? How had I ended choosing between Louis and Harry?
I heard a knock on my door and, for a moment, I didn't want to open it because I thought it was Louis but the raspy voice proved me wrong.
"Violet? Are you in there?" I wiped my tears away quickly and went to the door.
"Hey." My voice was hoarse from my breakdown and Harry noticed it, I think anyone could.
"What's wrong? I haven't seen you in two days and I missed you and-" I didn't know what he was going to say after that because, suddenly, my lips were on his.
His hands wrapped around my waist as mine got tangled in his brown curls. I don't know what was so different about this but this time it actually felt right, like I final made the right choice without worrying about the consequences. Without worrying about Louis.
"I could get used to that." Harry said when I finally pulled away.
"Let's go inside." I smiled and let Harry in before closing the door.
He laid his black leather jacket on the desk and sat down on my bed. He was wearing a short sleeve, button down shirt that had a black and white tribal pattern. He didn't close the first 4 buttons which revealed his beautiful tattoos.
"Like what you see?" He smirked the smirk that only he could rock and gave me a wink.
"Loving it," I said sarcastically.
"You still haven't told me what happened."He said and patted a spot right next to him gesturing me to sit down.
"Why weren't you in the terrace earlier?" I asked, ignoring his previous question.
"I was getting ready to see you. I'm answering all of yours, now answer one of mine."
"How come you've never texted or called me?" I asked spilling one of my thoughts from earlier.
"You have my number but I don't have yours, give me your phone so I can see your number." He commanded as I took my phone from the pillow on the head of the bed.
"And while I do that, answer my question." He said as he took his phone out to copy my number.
"Yes, I like what I see." He looked up from my phone and made a look that made me laugh.
"Not that question, the other one." I sighed knowing that I couldn't dodge it anymore.
"Louis kissed me and it felt wrong and I just started crying because I didn't know what to feel." I said all in one breath.
"He what?" His eyebrows furrowed as I repeated what I said earlier.
"I'm sorry." I had so much to apologize for.
"You have nothing to apologize for," Apparently he felt the opposite. "It's not his fault your so amazing."
I blushed at his reply as he gave me my phone back, "Now I can call or text you to fuck me whenever I want." He smiled as his dirty thoughts mixed with mine.
"Could you stay here tonight?" I asked, surprised at my question more that he was.
"Of course, do you want me to check the monster under your bed also?" I laughed simultaneously at his reply.
"Thank you. Now let me change from my clothes to my pajamas." I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I walked over to the bathroom.
"I love that skirt, shows off your bum perfectly." He smirked.
"Harry!" He chuckled as I made a childish whine.
I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself in the mirror, my braid was now a mess as I tried to untangle it, my mascara ran down my cheeks as I tried to wash of my makeup. At least what was left of it. I grabbed a creme colored, oversized sweater from my closet and pulled it over my head. The soft material covered my arms and reached above my knees as I straightened it. I took a brush from the counter and fixed my hair into a messy side braid.
I made sure I looked presentable before opening the door to reveal a half-naked Harry. He was laying on the bed in jeans, his shirt had came off and was in a tangled mess on the edge of the bed. He was smiling at something on his phone as his arm flexed, revealing his muscles perfectly.
"I really wish you hadn't worn that." He said eyeing my comfortable clothing.
"Well then I'd be wearing my spongebob pajamas which is embarrassing." I laughed as I skipped to the bed like a little child.
"Are you really going to be wearing jeans while your sleeping?" I asked while putting the blanket over my body.
"Nope, I'm only sleeping in my boxers." He got off the bed and unbuckled his belt to take off his jeans.
In a quick second he was back in bed and under the blanket with me, I turned off the lamp and faced Harry.
"What do you like about me?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Your eyes, I love how they sparkle whenever you see me. Your lips, they're so soft and a really great kisser too." He chucked. "Your personality, I love your sense of humor and how your so care free. You don't care what other people say and I love how sarcastic you are, though it's annoying sometimes. I love your childish behavior. And you. I love every single thing about you." His reply made me blush crazily as he leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead.
"Why don't you tell me a little something about yourself." He said as he wrapped his arm under my head so it was now resting on my shoulder.
"I absolutely despise roses, it seems too cliche. I'm really into carnations, the pink ones especially." I yawned after my statement.
"Your tired, let's just sleep okay?" He said as he pulled me close to him. I draped my arm over his chest as my eyes started feeling heavier and darkened took over me.
Sudden knocks on the door woke me up at and ungodly hour, I tried blinking out the noise by hugging Harry tighter and closing my eyes shut but I knew it would go away. I didn't want to move from my position, Harry's hand was still on my shoulder and my arm was across his chest.
"Who the hell could that be? It's like 3 AM." Harry's raspy voice complained as he pushed his loan hair back with his free hand.
"I'll get it," I said and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek signaling him to sleep again.
I rubbed my eyes as the knocking on the door became louder. I groaned as I opened it to reveal a certain blue-eyes boy.
"Louis?"
"Violet, I'm sorry for waking you it's just that I don't know what to do and I've been up all night thinking about you and drinking hasn't helped me at all." His blood shot eyes told me that he was telling the truth about drinking.
"Calm down, maybe you just need a shower and some coffee and-"
"Could I sleep here tonight?" Shit.
"Umm, my room is quite a mess. I don't think you want to be in here." I suck at lying.
"It's fine I'll only be sleeping." I tried to block his view of the bed but when Harry moved, Louis's head moved to the side and a flash of pain covered his face.
"Harry?"
Notes
Hii! I am so fucking sorry for not updating sooner! This chapter wasn entirely written by me so I still feel sorry :/ This chapter was all made possible my my absolutely amazing co author, Miranda. She came up with everything in this chapter and I feel so greatful for that, because I only came up with the last part. Anyways, extra long chapter for you guys as a gift for our inactiveness on this story! Hope you love it!
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Intresting! We'll take that into the suggestion box. But things can happen, and friendships can shatter. Thank you so much for your dedicstion to this story, I appreciate it so much. xx
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