I changed the channel, yet again, on the telly and sighed, finally, frustrated, threw the remote to the other side. Alexus had me thinking, a lot, and because of that I couldn't focus on my shows. For one, I was thinking about that kiss with Louis, we had been slightly ignoring each other but I did miss his friendship. And it was weird I hadn't barely thought of Harry during that, there wasn't even any guilt, well there was barely any guilt.

And that made me feel horrible. Basically, I was getting mixed signals from this. And that wasn't a good thing, really.

I sighed, laying back on the couch, and fisting my hair in my hands, letting my tank top slip up slightly. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. A few seconds later, I felt my legs get pushed together and my eyes shot open. Harry was above me, smirking, with each of his knees on either side of me.

"You know, that's an extremely sexual position you were in, Miss," he smirked again, leaning down to where our lips were just inches apart. Without hesitating, I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck, pulling his lips down and crashing them against mine.

Waiting for some spark that isn't there?, my subconscious threw at me, but I ignored it. Pressing my lips against Harry's with force, even though it was right. I was trying to find some spark, and it wasn't there. Sadly.

He seemed shocked at first, but didn't mind quickly recovering and kissing back. That was, until he grinded his hips down on mine and I gasped into his mouth, causing him to moan. Then some asshole had to cough, loudly. Ruining the moment. Like you care, it's not Louis, my subconscious laughed mischievously.

I groaned as Harry pulled back, sitting up. I slowly reopened my eyes just as Harry removed himself from above me and froze. It was Louis, with a blonde slut under his arm. "Can't you two use the bedrooms?" He slurred, stepping closer with his slut following his movements.

"Can't you go to the bedroom with your blonde slut while you're drunk?" Harry snapped, startling me slightly since I hadn't once taken my eyes off Louis yet.

"I'm not drunk, I'm buzzed," Louis corrected sassily, causing the blonde bimbo to giggle under his arm, covering her mouth childishly.

I glared daggers at her and thankfully Harry seemed too focused on Louis to notice, and Louis was drunk. "Where'd you go anyone? Pick this one up off the street?" Harry's harsh words were surprising me, but when the girl scoffed, I smirked.

Louis rolled his eyes, moving his arm from around the girl and took another step forward. Seemingly challenging Harry. "Actually, I picked her up from your sisters dorm room," right at that Harry stood up and punched Louis square in the jaw. Causing me and the bimbo to gasp as Louis stumbled back, gripping his jaw.

I jumped up, going in front of Harry and placing my hands on his chest before anything serious could happen. "Harry, don't," I warned, making sure my voice was level and didn't crack. Thank the heavens it didn't.

"Yeah Harry, don't," Louis mimicked me and I hit the hurt expression with a scowl as Harry wrapped his arm around my waist, walking with me out of the room. Right before we got around the corner I swear I saw Louis' eyes flash defeat; almost hurt.

Louis' Pov:

I clenched my only unused fist at my side, quickly downing the next three shots that had been placed in front of me. Honestly, I could care less about the bartender who always came over here with my drinks that was showing almost all her cleavage to me. She wasn't Cecelia. Stop that Louis!, my mind scolded me and I called for a stronger tequila, in which the bartered obliged with a flirtatious smile.

I mustered up the best flirty smile I could before downing yet again the new shots, "Get me something better; bolder, not shots, maybe like a Sex On The Beach, got it?" I quizzed, scooting over onto another seat as Gemma, surprisingly, Harry's sister, sat down beside me. She was laughing and chatting with another blonde girl, who wore way too much make up, so she hadn't noticed me. Good.

The bartered quickly mixed up the drinks, sliding my glass in front of me, seeming to stop her interest in me as she saw I wasn't going to give her much, or anything that is. I took a sip of the drink, letting the liquid slide down and burn my throat with a savoring taste in my mouth. "This'll help," I reminded myself and nodded.

"Louis?" I heard Gemma's voice ring through my ears. Damnit, she had to go and ruin my night! "Ohmygod, it is you!" She giggled hysterically, clearly drunker than I and I sighed, turning to her with a smile.

"Gemma? Long time no see," she merely nodded, drinking a shot.

"It's been forever! Haven't seen you since you got out of the hospital! Joy, how you've changed!" She motioned to my countless tattoos, which seemed to remind me I still haven't seem the painting Cecelia did, all I was told is that she'd gotten an A.

I nodded, "Yea.." my response was dull as I down my drink quickly, standing up. "Well, I'm going to go."

She pouted her bottom lip and I happened to think of how cute Cecelia would be doing that, "Oh c'mon, I just saw you! Have a drink with me!" She whined, patting the stool beside her.

With a shake of my head, I waved her off, walking threw the crowd and toward the door when I bumped into the same blonde that was with Eleanor. She giggled loudly, causing me to scrunch my nose at the insane pitch of it.

"My bad!" She said, covering her mouth like a little child would. "I'm Tay and you are?"

"Louis," I grumbled, moving around her and heading toward the door. She stumbled behind me and gripped my arm with hers, leaning into my side. What the fuck?

"Can I come with you?" This 'Tay' girl purred in my ear, being as seductive as she possibly could. Which wasn't much.

I thought for a second. I could use this against Cecelia. Even though my mind was screaming at me not to, I wanted to. "Sure." I smirked at her, this was going to be good.
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When we got back I quietly shut the door, not wanting to make much noise. "Louis, this is a nice place," Tay commented making me groan inside. Her voice was squeaky and annoying as hell. She hadn't stopped talking the whole way here. And I was hoping when I paid the text driver he'd drive off with her, but sadly, he didn't. He seemed as agitated with her as I was.

As I took a few steps inside, I heard a small gasp come from the sitting room, and if that wasn't Harry and Cecelia, then one of them was cheating on the other. I smirked again, wrapping my arm around Tay, causing her to quietly giggle in my ear again.

Time to be full on drunk, even though I'm not.

I walked into the living room, bringing Tay with me to see Harry and Cecelia grinding against each other on the couch. So I coughed, loud enough to break them apart. Earning a small glare from Harry. "Can't you two use the bedrooms?" I slurred.

Harry fired back with a snarky comment I had to fight with my inner self a moment to not punch him. I decided not to seeing as Cecelia would probably be pissed at me. But from the look on her face I could tell she didn't like me being here with Tay and that was actually satisfying. I didn't even know words had left my mouth until Harry's fist came in contact with my jaw and I stumbled back, almost hitting the wall.

That's when Cecelia got up, placing her small hands on Harry's broad chest, making me shocked. He hit me! "Harry, don't," she said in a warning tone, pushing lightly on his chest. He quickly wrapped his arm around her waist just as I spoke, me not even having control of the words, "Yeah Harry, don't," I mimicked her as they slowly walked out.

I could see hurt flash through her eyes as she looked back at me one last time and I felt guilty, and pissed she was walking out of the room with him. He's probably cheated on her numerous times, he's probably just using her, he's left her alone when she wants to be with him numerous times, he's probably lied to her, hell! There's a whole list of things I could say about Harry that she wouldn't like.

Without thinking, I turned around and slammed my lips on Tay's. I need to forget about Cecelia, even if it's just one night, I thought to myself as I heard the front door slam, knowing Harry and her had just left.