I slammed the bathroom door, not caring about the stares. I wasn't a two-year-old for god's sake. I pulled out the first-aid box and applied some savlon and cotton to his wound.

"Is it bad?" he winced and shut his eyes tightly. "No, not really," I bit my tongue as I lied. "You know you aren't a very good liar, right?" he looked amused. I pressed the cotton harder and he winced, "Ouch!" he winced again and then raised his hands defensively, "Just stating the obvious," I glared and he shut up.

"I'm sorry about Louis," I muttered without looking at him.
"Don't be he just loves you and doesn't want you to--" he stopped abruptly and looked away.
"To?" I pressed and pulled his chin so he could look at me. "Nothing," he said looking at everything but me. "Harry?" I said again. "Alexis, I'm the player, the bad-boy and-- he doesn't want to see you hurt," he looked up at me, "I think he's right, stay away from me. Please?" he said hoarsely, before getting up. "Sorry," he said before walking away. I was too stunned to speak.

"Where's Harry?" I asked Zayn, who was flipping through channels. "Don't know, he just left," he said without looking up. I was so mad at Louis. I stomped to the kitchen.

"What is it Alexis?" he asked warily. So, now he was tired of me. "I'm nineteen for god's sake Lou. I can date ANYONE I want," I screamed. "He told you," Lou said with an all-knowing expression. "No he left," I said through gritted teeth, "Why did you tell him to stay away from me?"
"Because," he said clamly, "I don't want to see you hurt, stay away form him he'll break only end up breaking you. He's a player, Lex," he finished. I wanted to beat the shit out of him right now.

"Jerk," I said before turning around to see three boys and El looking shocked, I ignored them and slammed my bedroom-door.

I took a long hot shower and changed into some pjs and a loose t-shirt. I silently cried in my pillow I'd never fought with Lou like that, then Harry, Lou told me to stay away from him, but I was thinking more and more about him. Where was he anyway. I tip-toed to his room to find the bedrrom empty. "Here," said a voice. I turned to see a curly head, "Where the hell have you been, it's 2 in the morning Styles," I made my way towards him. "Why do you care?" he slurred. "I don't know," I confessed quietly. I reached for him but he stumbled backwards. "Don't," he said, "Stay away from me, I'm a fucking bastard," he said before falling to the ground, tears streamed down his cheeks. "Harry," I said softly, "You're a nice guy, I know that," I told him. "Really?" he asked, all innocence shining in his green eyes. I nodded and helped him up.

"'Night, Harry," I whispered before shutting his bedrrom door.

I woke up to an eerily quiet house. I walked to the kitchen and found a note in Lou's cursive:
We had an interview, should be back around 3ish. There are fruit pop-tarts on the counter.
Love, Louis.
P.S. I'm sorry for being a jerk last night.

Tears involuntarily slipped from my eyes, I'd apologize later. I ate my favorite thing for brakfast, pop-tarts, and then looked around the house, Lou's room had pictures of me, El and him when we were younger. I smiled at the memories, it was still 11, I had nothing to do, I texted El, Wanna go shopping?-- Lexi. she texted back instantly Be there in 20-- Elounar. I showered and quickly changed into http://www.polyvore.com/london_gal/set?id=86975207.

After a whole of three hours of shopping we went to Starbucks, and got some smoothies. "What happened last night?" El asked. There we go. "I-- did you know Lou told Harry to stay way from me? what does he think I'm a two-year-old or something," I said. "He just cares about you Lex, and Harry-- he's not a jerk I know, he's just-- kinda a bad-boy," El said. "I know," I mumbled. "What about Harry anyway?" she wiggled her eyebrows lightening the mood instantly. "I don't know El," I said playing with my styrofoam cup, "I had an amazing time last night and I think-- I may be falling for him," I looked at her. "Aww" she said in her Eleanor kind of way.

"Don't worry about Lou, I'll talk to him, Alright?" she said as I stared at Lou's Porsche standing before the flat. "Thanks, El, I love you," I said as we walked into the elevator.

Then I braced myself to seeing three boys who thought I was crazy, one boy I thought I was falling head over heels with, and my brother whom I'd screamed at, like never before. Help me, God.

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