Everything You're Not (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Twenty-Six - Kisses (Filler)

I didn't bother removing my lips. I just continued to kiss Harry because I wanted to. And for once, I was doing something for myself - something that I felt was right. I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck, playing with his soft curls. Harry put his arms on my waist, and I moved in closer. "Harry," I said against his lips.

And for Louis's benefit, he said, "Dri, it's okay. Call me Haz," and I quickly heard a change in the atmosphere.

I heard a clearing of the throat, but once again, I ignored it. I continued playing with Harry's curls, twirling them with my fingers tightly. I grasped his hair, pushing him closer to me, and he pulled my even closer to him so that now we were sitting on the same seat. Well, I wasn't exactly on the seat. I was on Harry's lap, but I'm not complaining. 

Louis cleared his throat one more time, louder, meaner, but agian, I didn't move. "Driana Devonne Calluhan," Louis said forcefully, making me jump up from Harry's lap and onto my seat.

"Louis," Harry said, looking smug.

I just sat there, staring at Louis. My body was filled with anger, and it was exiting my body from every crevice that it possibly could. 

"A-are you cheating on me?" Louis asked, stuttering.

I got up and looked at him - I just stared at him for a couple of seconds. I smiled. Then I walked passed him, not saying a word. I went into the small bedroom. It was just the right size to have walking space and space for the queen size bed. I sat on the corner of the bed, paralyzed. 

There was a knock on the door, and before I could even open my mouth to respond, Louis walked in, closed the door, and sat next to me on the bed. He out his hand on my knee, and I began to cry. Did he touch Eleanor like this when she cried. Did he tell her that he loves her? How long was this going on? I wanted to ask him these question, but I couldn't even bare to. I tried to calm myself down. 

"Dri, what was that?" he asked, squeezing my thigh. I shook my head, letting more tears fall. Louis took his hand and guided my face to look at him. "Hey, I love you, and this baby... this baby is ours. Someday we're going to be married. We're going to have more kids, and trust me, it'll be like Heaven.

"Louis, the baby's not yours."

Louis looked at me. He didn't know how to react. "W-what are you talking about? Of course she's ours. You're three and a half months pregnant," Louis said matter-o-factly. 

I shook my head. "No, I'm not. Remember when I went to the doctor, but couldn't go (probably with Eleanor)? She told me that I'm five and a half months pregnant. I mean, c'mon, Lou. Look at at me. You really think that I'm ONLY three and a half months?" I asked, referring to my stomach that looked small due to my clothes, but really wasn't.

"Then whose baby is it? Harry's?" he asked.

"Yeah."

I could tell that Louis was having a hard time responding as he bit his lip. "Hey, it's okay. I don't care. I have you."

I smiled, but on the inside, I was slowly being torn apart. I was being lied to. "Do you think that I'm some kind of idiot?" I asked Louis with a slight smile that weakening ever second, and before Louis could reply, it was gone.

"What are you talking about? Dri, I love you. You know that, right?"

I removed my hair from my face. I laughed a small and sarcastic laugh. "Do you say that to Eleanor too?" I asked, and my smile turned into a straight face, standing up.

"Dri, I don't know what you're talking about."

I smiled as I walked to the door. "Don't lie."

He sighed. "How'd you know? No, don't answer. Dri, I'm sorry. Listen, I only lov-"