I Want (To Be Loved By You)

Chapter 20

Harry's P.O.V

One glance at that look on her face told me I was in deep shit. I closed the door behind me and she sits up in the bed, folding her arms.

"We need to talk." She snarls.

"I know." I mumble.

"What is wrong with you? Please tell me Liam was lying when he told me you called the police on Louis." She whisper-shouts. Does that make sense? Like, she was whispering but in a way that made you think that if she raised her voice slightly she would be shouting. Okay so that doesn't make sense.

"If I told you that then I would be lying." I mumble.

"Why?" She says in an exasperated tone. "He's your best friend!"

"Yeah well you're my friend too!" I yell.

"Really? Because right now I feel like punching you in the face." She growls.

"Do it then."

"Well I would if you weren't the most popular guy in the whole world." She mutters, scowling hard at me.

"It has its perks." I wink.

"Ugh, stop joking! God Harry, just tell me what the hell you were thinking!" She snaps. Okay, so I'm not getting out of this with jokes.

"He's hurting you, I can't let that happen right in front of my eyes."

"What?" She says, confusion written all over her face. "You can't seriously think that, right?"

Lana's P.O.V

How could anybody think that about Louis? Especially Harry!

"I don't know what to think!" He sits on the ground, his face in his hands, and for a second I feel kind of sorry for him, then the urge to punch him in the face comes right back again.

"Maybe you should listen to the people around you instead of some stupid 14 year old girl on her laptop and some photographer who think's he's a big shot spreading idiotic rumours that don't even make any sense! How can you be so stupid as to think Louis would abuse me? For one, if he even tried to slap me I would send him to his grave and two, Louis is completely incapable of hurting a fly! So if you are so stupid as to believe the press then I'm not sure I really want to be your friend anymore." I finish my rant and cross my arms.

Without a word, Harry stands up and walks over to the door.

"Harry." I say, as he opens the door. He turns around and raises and eyebrow. "I uh, know you heard what I said and...just don't tell him, yeah?"

He nods and exits the room.

Louis' P.O.V

Stupid Harry. He's supposed to be my best friend dammit. I lose my train of thought when I hear Liam singing under his breath.

"I'm gonna win ya, I'll get cha, I'll get cha." He sings softly. I grin and then sing the next lines quietly.

"One way or another, I'm gonna see yah, I'm gonna meet cha meet mah meet cha meet cha, one day, maybe next week I'm gonna meet cha. I'll meet cha."

He smirks to himself and then sings the next lines until we're all randomly singing a song in the middle of the hospital that nobody has heard before, well, not our version anyway.

What was I thinking about before we started singing? Oh yeah! Stupid Harry.

Oh, speaking of Stupid Harry...here comes Stupid Harry. he walks straight over to me.

"I want to talk to you." He mumbles,

"So talk." I say, ignorantly. Really Louis, was there any need for that? He obviously wants to talk somewhere private you dummy.

"Somewhere private yeah. You really need to stop talking to yourself Lou." He chuckles. Damn.

I follow him down the hall and he pulls me into a deserted hospital room.

Once we get in there he gives me and push onto the bed and locks the door.

"Um..." I start to say. What the fuck is he doing? I feel like I'm about to get raped or something. He walks over to me and starts to nip me. Ow, that's sore.

"Stop it." I whine. This is really weird.

Okay, now he's flicking me on the head. I lightly slap his hand away and give him a 'what are you doing?' look.

He raises his hand. Kay, I'm pretty sure he's about to punch me. That's not very nice. I do an awkward back-roll off the bed and then crawl underneath it.

"Police!" I yell. "Help! BooBear abuse! Police!"

I'm dragged out from under the bed by my ankles and I let out a high pitched girlish scream. Damn, that's embarrassing. I carry on screaming though until Harry shoves his hand over my mouth. I lick it. Hehe that'll show him.

"Ew!" He yells, quickly taking away his hand and wiping it on his shirt. "Calm down Louis! I'm not going to hurt you! I just wanted to see what you would do."

I raise my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Well now I know you're innocent so it's all okay, right? I'll drop the charges." He grins at me but I frown straight back at him.

"Oh well thanks so much." I say sarcastically. "Damn Harry, what a great friend you are, dropping those charges, OH WAIT, YOU CALLED TH POLICE ON ME!" I yell the last part and then storm out of the door and back down the hall.

Who the hell does he think he is? He can't do that to me and then just expect us to be best buddies again! Heck to the no.

Stupid Harry.

(A/N) III'mmm sssooo sssooorrrrrryyy. It's been soooo long since chapter 19. I'm a terrible person.

I liked this chapter though. I can just picture the scene between Harry and Louis in my head and start laughing. lolol. Just imagine it......................

Hahahahahhahahhahahahhahaha. <That was me having a laughing fit on my floor.

So...I watched 1D's video for One Way or Another. is it terrible that I want to kill those air hostesses in their sleep for getting to dance with One Direction? Also, I'm pretty jealous of David Cameron. But seriously, I flacking love that video. It's so adorable and HAZZA CUPCAKES IN IT. I completely fangirled at that part.

I'll update soon ;) Well...as soon as I can...

Love you xx

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