I'm Done Pretending

Chapter 4

Louis's POV

"SHUT UP HARRY, IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Darian yelled, waking the whole house.

"NOT UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZE!" He screamed back.

They've been at it like this for almost an hour. I'm fed up. I walked down towards the kitchen where they were arguing, standing behind the column separating the hotel room, I look upon the two arguing.

"HARRY I'M SERIOUS, STOP!" Darian seemed annoyed.

"What's going on in here? It's 7 a.m." I interrupted.

"HARRY WON'T STOP DRINKING MY GRAPE JUICE." she glared hard at him, he just smirked in response.

"Harry, please stop." I said quite calmly, when I'm actually really annoyed.

"Tell her, that I'm thirsty. So either she gets me a glass, or I just drink hers." He retorted cockily.

"You're both dumb, you fight like a married couple...." I trailed off, ignoring the hard glared I was getting.

"We-what?" Darian snapped, pissed and irritated. I took a few step back, afraid she might snap big time.

"I-uh-uhm-just-OK-bye." I nervously exited the room.

"LOUIS WAIT!" Darian came running after me, I charged faster towards my room. She chased me, full speed, she nearly got me. I ran into my room, but before i grabbed the handle, I slid down the hallway on the carpet. Flying at full speed, not being able to stop. When I finally hit the hallways wall, my head was spinning.

"LOUIS ARE YOU OKAY?" Darian yelled, laughing hysterically, she was barely breathing.

"Ouch. My head-hurts really bad."

"HAHAHAHA YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE, YOU WERE LIKE WAAAAAAAAAA! HAHA IT WAS SO FUNNY!" She was trying to talk and laugh at the same time.

"Darian, take me to my room please.."

"Alright, buddy." She said calmly, lifting me up and wrapping one arm around her neck.

She smelt good, she smelt like pineapple mango. Her hair was in a messy banana clip, and her face was dull of make-up. She smiled at me, I smiled back.

She layed me on my bed, fluffed a pillow under my neck, and sat next to me.

"Are you ok?" she asked sympathetically.

"Yeah, just a headache."

"Do you need some water and Advil, I'll go get som-"

"No, I'm fine. I hate taking medicine, it makes me tired."

"So, what are your plans for today? We're in Chicago, there's much to do..."

"I don't know, I wasn't planning on anything. How about you?"

She kind of stalled, and didn't speak. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to find words to say.

"Are you okay?" I asked concerned, her face went pale. Her eyes went wide, and nothing seemed to work correctly.

"I just-I wanted to-but-i don't know." She stuttered.

"What's going on?" I asked, quietly and sternly.

"I don't want to talk about it..."

"Darian, you know you can-"

"I know Louis, I just don't want to talk about it, nor do I want to accept it."

"OK... do you want to go out? I mean, like out around the city, I don't want you to sit in the house alone... and its nice outside and the-"

"Alright, I'll go get ready!" She smiled and nodded. She skipped out the door, happy.