Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 31

Louis's POV

"Stop pestering me," I grumbled.

Harry shrank back, removing his hands from my waist and lips from my neck.

"Sorry," he muttered, staring at the floor.

For the past two weeks, we'd been on tour and having a brilliant time. Harry especially, since this was his first tour. But as time passed by, I found myself snapping at Harry more and more and finding it harder to control random bursts of anger.

I sighed, turning back around. Honestly, I didn't really know what was going on with me. Every time I saw a painfully familiar flash of hurt across his face, my heart squeezed with guilt. It hurt me to hurt him, but a few minutes later, I'd just snap at him again.

The other boys weren't pleased at all. I had caught Liam and Zayn glaring at me on several occasions. Even Niall had raised his eyebrows after I had roughly batted Harry's hand away from my waist once.

"Haz," I sighed, taking his hands and pulling them around me to their original position.

"I'm sorry," he repeated softly, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I melted inside a bit at that. He thought me being an arse was his fault?

"No, it's not your fault. I'm just a bit tense, that's all. I didn't mean to snap at you," I said, turning in his arms so I could face him.

I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and he smiled.

It was so easy to make Harry happy. A tiny kiss or a small touch was all that it took. I wished I could be like that. Quite frankly, I was a bit jealous. I also wondered when the hell fate would quit being so nice to me. I certainly didn't deserve him.

"It's alright, Boo. Nothing else is bothering you?" he asked, green eyes flickering with concern.

So he'd noticed how tense I had been lately. It wasn't hard to see, actually. But I really didn't know what was wrong and when this whole thing had started.

I should be happy. I should be perfectly content. I had an absolutely amazing, understanding, patient boyfriend who would do anything for me. I was a world-famous singer in a band with four of the most amazing lads I had ever met. I had everything I had ever dreamed of and more.

Sure, I had gone through an insanely rough period, but Harry had made me happy again. So why was I falling back into my old, angry ways?

I looked into his eyes, taking them in. The way they crinkled when he smiled, the way they could get absolutely dark with lust sometimes, the way they currently shone with worry for me.

You can't lie to eyes like Harry's.

"I'm not sure," I admitted quietly, "I really don't know."

He frowned and pressed our foreheads together, locking his gaze to mine.

"You've been acting different lately," he murmured, our noses brushing, "I'm worried about you."

I hated when he got so close to me. It drove me wild, and all I wanted to do was close the tiny gap between our mouths. But I forced myself to stand up straight and pull away from him.

"I'll be alright, Hazzabear. I think it's just the stress of the tour getting to me," I lied, forcing a smile.

Judging from the doubt in his expression, he could tell I was assuming things for his benefit. But he didn't question it.

"Alright. If that's what you think, Boo. We should get ready for the sound check for tonight," he sighed.

I nodded, but I leaned back into the comfort of his arms, closing my eyes and sighing softly.