You Suddenly Want Me (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

HA! This chapter is so short, sorry guys! I did warn you it would be aha. Plus you didn't even get 20 comments(; Oh well it's written might as well post it especially cause it's not the best chapter? Just something to give ya while you're waiting(: I can't wait till I'm able to write a chapter soon! Ahhh okay well hope you likkeee(:

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Chapter 14

Louis just called me a slut, he's right, too. I am a slut.

I shoot up from off of Harry, darting into our bedroom and locking the door behind me. I fall onto the bed, curling up, grabbing my teddy (yes, I still have my teddy bear), and closing my eyes tight. What the hell is wrong with me? I swear I don't think. The things I do, when I look back on them, are just absolutely, completely, one hundred percent slutty and stupid. Example one, dating Harry even though Louis warned me to stay away from the boys in that way. Example two, kissing Louis like that in truth or dare, that was just plain slut there. Example three, kissing Niall.

I kissed Niall.

That memory of Niall flows back in my head and I'm now completely convinced that what Louis said was true.

I feel warm tears tumble down my cheeks, tear after tear. I've done so many stupid things in the past few weeks and now I'm finally coming to realization of all the wrong choices I've made.

I pull the covers up over me, the room suddenly feeling freezing as I cry enough to fill an ocean. I open my eyes with the tears still flowing freely and take in my surroundings, any normal hotel room, clothes scattered around suitcases, neutral colored furniture and walls. My camera catches my eye, it placed perfectly with a book under it to take those pictures of Harry and me, the lens now closed from not being used for awhile. I crawl out of the bed with the blanket still draped over my shoulders and damp cheeks then grab the camera, falling onto the couch near it. I press the little power button on the top and it lights up, showing the logo of the camera then the last picture Harry and I took, us kissing. I love spending time with Harry more than anything, I love his comfort, I love his humor, I love how he's a gentlemen, I might even love him, but I can't help feel bad because Louis doesn't support our relationship. He doesn't want us together. But I want us together, I was to stay with Harry. Is that such a crime? Is that really that bad? It's not like I'm hiding the relationship from Louis, I am in fact open about it with him. Harry and me dating isn't wrong at all, but yet I still feel bad about it.

I click a button on the camera, it switches to the first picture on it: Louis. Louis in his boxers and a white t-shirt trying to flip a pancake in the air. The picture looks cool, it looks like it worked out perfectly but then you go to the next picture and realize the pancake landed all over the toaster. The next picture is Louis lunging towards me because he noticed I took a picture of him. The next one, him closer. Closer and closer until the pictures switch positions and it's now me on the camera. That day Louis spent probably ten minutes taking pictures of me chasing him to get it back. As I continue to look through the pictures you could practically hear the sighs of frustration, and the pounding of feet on the ground as we ran around, and the laughter of Louis as he threatened to get the camera wet while he locked himself in the restroom, and, even though I know he wouldn't, my yells at him and pounding on the door to get him to open up and get my camera.

"Louis William Tomlinson, give me my camera back right now!" I scream just before hearing the tap turn on and water running. "Louis!"

His beautiful laughter flows through the door before it swings open with a smirk playing on his face and my brand new camera in his hand. "What do you say?" He teases me, dangling the camera by the strap.

"Louis, can you please give me my camera?" I drop my hip, setting my hand on it with a sigh.

"Gladly my lovely darling."

I miss him so, so much.

"Jordan!" A husky voice yells through the door.

Reality of this situation hits me again and I have to force myself to blink and hold tears back. I miss my old life so much. I miss the cute little fairy tale I lived in with Louis. "Yeah?" I reply with a sniffle, wiping my cheeks from any tears.

"Can I come in?" He asks cautiously, trying to turn the nob but soon figuring out it's locked.

I sigh, standing up with my spot and drag myself and the blanket to the door, unlocking it. The door opens, a worried expression on Harry's face greets me before he picks me up bridal style. "He didn't mean it, Jordan. He was just angry with you." He looks down at me as he sets me on the bed and kissing my eyes then wiping my tear stained cheeks.

"It's true though, Harry." I croak out as my tears get caught in the back of my throat. "I a-am a slut."

He crawls over to the other side of me, wrapping his arms around my body as another tear escapes my eye and my lower lip trembles. "No you are not, Jordan. You aren't, okay? I promise you you aren't one." He assures me, staring into my eyes with such care in them it makes my heart want to break in two.

He doesn't even know about Niall.

I close my eyes again before opening them and staring straight back into his eyes. "I am, Harry. I am. I kissed Niall." I confess with a deep breathe and a weird croak from the back of my throat, tears bursting out of my eyes as his face shows hurt. "Harry, I'm so sorry. I-"

"And he kissed back?"

I swallow, I don't want to throw Niall under the bus but I don't want him to think the kiss was my idea, because it wasn't. Niall made the move. But I'm not miss innocent either, because I kissed back.

"Well, he was the one who kissed me but I-" I try to explain, but getting interrupted at Harry pounces from the bed and out the room faster than light. "Harry!"

I dart up as well, wiping my cheeks and follow quickly behind him. Where is Harry going anyways?

"You son of a bitch." I hear Harry's low voice growl as I enter the lounge. Before I could say or do anything, Harry's fist makes contact with Niall's face.

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Oh snap, things be getting real. Haha anyways at least Jordan now realizes she's been being slutty and making A LOT of mistakes, right? Poor little Nialler though): But in all fairness he kissed Jordan, you guys forget about that as well? A "Nidan" kiss is like an underdog. Comes up out of nowhere. Except this 'underdog' just complicated things more? Anywho, please please please comment and keep voting and I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! I could not thank you enough honestly. The fact that you guys are actually reading my story just makes me happy, haha! Thank you so much.

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