Shit, maybe I miss you//Larry Stylinson

Chapter 18

Harry's POV.

"Louis, are you there?"

That's Eleanor. Right now I'm pinned against the door in one of the rooms at Zayn's party. Louis is pressed on my chest, one of his legs between mine and he's sucking the skin on my neck. We were having a great time until his girlfriend interrupted us.

"Shh, she might go away." He presses his index finger to my swollen lips.

"Louis, I know you're there. I'm coming in." Oh, shit, we didn't lock the door.

"Fuck," Louis hisses.

"Wait here babe, I'll take care of it," Louis whispers in my ear and places a quick kiss on my cheek.

Then he pulls away, I step aside and he leaves the room. I press my ear on the door to hear them talking.

"Liam told me he saw you going here. What were you doing there?" Eleanor asks.

"I just.." then the voices fade away and I don't here anything else expect the loud music from downstairs.

I lean on the door with my back and run hands through my curly hair. I bite my lower lip. It's still very swollen from our make out session earlier. 

I've been waiting at least 15 minutes for Louis to come back. But he didn't show up. After another 10 minutes I get a message from him.

@louis91 I'm so sorry, I can't go back. I promise to make it up to you. I'm sorry baby.

I sigh. 

@Harrystyles Okay.

I am disappointed, but what can I do? Nothing. I agreed to all of this. I agreed to have a secret relationship with Louis. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret my decision, it's just hard. I want to be with him, but I know he's scared. I don't want to pressure him into anything, so I have to give him the time he needs.

I open the door and get back downstairs.

The music is still loud, people are dancing and singing, having the time of their lives. I'm not in the mood to party anymore, I want to go home.

I walk through the crowd of sweaty people and find Niall with Barbara, grinding on each other. 

"I'm going home," I scream so they can hear me.

"Why?" Niall asks.

"I'm tired. See you on Monday at school."

"Okay, good night," Barbara says and goes back to dancing with her boyfriend. Gosh, they have it so easy. They don't have to hide their affection for each other.

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They next day I wake up at 1 pm. Oops. My mum hates when I sleep this long, even though it's weekend. She says that there are better things to do on Saturday. Well, honestly I prefer sleeping.

I dress myself and go to the kitchen. My mum is making a lunch and Gemma keeps her company. 

"Well well well who's that. Good afternoon, sleepyhead," my mum says with an amusement in her voice.

"Hey," I rub my eyes with knuckles on fingers.

"What are you plans for today. I hope you're not going to spend the whole day in bed." My mum crosses her arms over her chest.

"Actually that's my plan," I say while taking a bowl and cereal.

"God, you're boring. You should find some girlfriend to spend your weekend with," Gemma rolls her eyes.