DAISY'S P.O.V
"What's up?, Louis asks.
I takes me a while a gather up my thoughts and talk but I manage to do so.
"Are you like,you know? Dating -erm Harry?", I speak.
LOUIS' P.O.V
I can lie to her,she has been through hell and back these past few months. I can't be the person to lie to her after I have told her everything today,everything she needs to know. I have to tell her.
"I guess we are but I totally understand if that weirds you out a bit", I reply.
"Of course it doesn't weird me out. I know girls date girl and boys date boys sometimes,mum told me after you said you like boys", she continues making me feel more confident in what I have just told her.
Without another word she grabs her drink from the counter and rushes in to the living room where Harry and Pheobe are. I join them shortly after.
We play games until it is their bedtime. They have to go to bed at 9AM every night so that they don't ruin their sleeping patterns.
"Bedtime girls", I speak up.
"Ugh okay", they both reply before going to my room to change into their pyjamas.
HARRY'S P.O.V
"The girls have gone,don't we have something to finish off", I whisper into Louis' ear, hoping he agree to it.
"I have to tuck them in but nice try big boy", he replies playfully.
"You're such a tease", I state as Louis leaves the room to go and tuck the girls in.
LOUIS'S P.O.V
"G'night girls", I say as I tuck the blanket around them.
"Are you not sleeping in here with us tonight?", Pheobe asks.
"I think I'm going to sleep on the sofa so you have room to move about", I reply honestly.
"Why don't you sleep in Harry's bed?", Daisy speaks up and I smirk.
"Maybe", I reply before turning the light off and leaving the room.
I make my way back downstairs with a spare blanket and place it over me on the sofa. Harry is still in the room with me,he is watching some TV show called Celebrity Juice.
"Good night Harry", I talk before turning on my side then pulling the blanket up to my chin to keep me warm.
"You're sleeping downstairs?", he asks sounding surprised.
"Yeah(?)", I reply but it comes out as more of a question than a answer.
"Top and tail with me,I don't mind", Harry talks.
"You sure?", I ask not wanting to intrude on his private space.
"I'm sure,c'mon", he replies and we make our way up to his room.
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Harry removes all items of clothing other than his underwear before crawling into bed and I remove my trouser but I keep my shirt on. I have never liked the way my tummy is noticeable when I wear shirts and how the little bit at the bottom hands over the waist band of my trousers as if my trousers are too tight for me. I hate it but the fans seem to love it so I can't really rant about it.
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"I like you better topless", Harry breathes into my neck.
"I like you better when you aren't so demanding", I reply with a sassy tone.
"Can I rub your stomach", Harry asks politely.
I hate it, I don't want him to touch it. The time that I removed my t-shirt for him was daunting and it made me feel uncomfortable but I knew he wasn't looking at my stomach so I washed my thoughts away so I could enjoy the moment.
"You can hand my hand", I reply softly.
Harry complies and holds my hand, with his thumb making circular motions on the palm of my hand. It was relaxing, but I felt bad for not giving him what he wanted. He wanted to run my stomach not my hand.
"I'm sorry", I whisper.
"What are you sorry for?", he replies confused.
"For not allowing you to rub my tummy. It makes me self conscious,I feel exposed when someone touches my stomach,you know?", I say as shame washed over me.
I am ashamed of my tummy and how it feels. I hate how it looks but I don't have the motivation to change that.
"You know? I love your tummy! I always have. I remember when there was a huge craze over it on Twitter that one time. "#loustum" trended world wide. All the tweets were positive. It's beautiful", he replies as he moves his other hand from his side to touch my tummy over my shirt.
"You do know that what you just said isn't true?", I replied honestly.
I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I remember being so happy to see the one of the tweet saving "my favourite feature of Louis is his tummy #Loustum" then I remember the nasty tweets too. All the "lol he's so fat #Loustum" and the "ew fat #loustum" tweets too. I will never forget those tweets.
"I know what I read Louis", I States sternly.
"I guess you didn't get to the "ew fat", "obese" or "ew wtf he's fat as fuck" tweets then", I reply removing his hand from mine and pushing his other hand off my stomach.
"Those mean nothing Louis. It's just hating trying to make you feel bad", he replies.
"Yeah,whatever. I'm tired, night", is all I said in reply to him.
I had nothing for him,no words to describe how I felt in this moment because of him. He didn't tweet those things but he will have read them but he still ignored them, why would he do that?
I pushed all of my thoughts to the back of my head and closed my eyes. Wishing, I would fall asleep sooner rather than later.
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A/N: I AM SORRY. DONT HATE ME PLS.
