The Wedding ✔

Chapter 32

After five long hours Louis realised he needed to talk with Harry. Not just because the TV sucked at entertaining him but also because he couldn't stand being alone anymore. He needed to talk with someone or even feel another person next to him.

He walked into his bedroom without knocking and saw Harry sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the bed and eyes focused on the ceiling. Louis sat down next to him and then they stared at the ceiling in silence.

Harry was the first one to speak.

"How long do you think they'll keep us here?"

Louis shrugged. "I'm more interested to know whose idea this was."

"Liam's. Definitely Liam's."

"I'm gonna kill him", Louis informed dryly.

"I'm gonna help you."

It seemed like that the last five hours were not long just for Louis. Harry seemed so much calmer now and Louis too felt slightly more calm and steady. They kept their eyes on the ceiling, not really looking at anything.

After a while Louis asked, "How did they get you here?"

"Niall and Ed came to pick me up", said Harry. "They said something about movies. I should have known it was a trap."

They were silent for a moment and then Louis suddenly sat up, and turned to look at Harry.

"We could just say them that we are fine. They'll open the door and we can leave", Louis said.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "You wanna lie your way out? You really don't wanna see me anymore, do you?"

Louis turned his eyes away. "I just want to get out."

He didn't know what to say to Harry so it felt better to just say that they should first try to get out and then see how the things go from that on.

"Do you think they'll believe it?" asked Harry.

"We can try."

They walked out of the bedroom, to the door and knocked on it. After a moment they heard Niall's somewhat amused voice behind it.

"Yes?"

Louis glanced at Harry. "You can let us out now."

"Really?"

Harry avoided Louis' eyes. "Yeah, we're fine."

It was silent for a good minute until they heard Niall's loud laugh and they both frowned.

"What's so funny?" Louis asked.

"Nice try but no", said Niall, chuckling. "Go back to the bedroom, idiots."

"Well fuck you too", Louis muttered.

Harry didn't say a thing when he spun round and walked back to the bedroom, Louis automatically following him. They collapsed back to the same spot where they had been earlier.

"That went well", said Harry sarcastically.

Louis didn't answer. He stared at the ceiling and felt how something bothered him but he couldn't figure what. He sighed and flexed his arms, which made his shirt drift up a bit. He caught Harry staring at his abs which made Louis heart beat faster. His eyes met Harry's, Harry quickly turned to look away.

"Harry—" Louis started but stopped when he realised what had bothered him. "That son of bitch!"

Harry turned to look at Louis in confusion and Louis facepalmed himself and then cupped Harry's cheeks.