Chapter 32- Bella POV

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Bella POV

The blue light from the alarm clock in the movie room shone brightly. ‘3:12’. I noticed Lucy was not on the other end of the couch where she had been when I fell asleep. I looked over to see Liam asleep on the floor with Kayleigh and Cara huddled on the couch next to him. Harry and Cara’s heads were on separate couches but almost touching. Freaking adorable. Zayn and Sadie were curled up in a weird ball thing with Zayn’s head nestled in Sadie’s neck. He looked like a puppy. I kept looking around until I finally found who I was looking for. Louis. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night! What the hell happened between us? It was so weird. It felt so wrong, yet, yep. You guessed it. So right! I knew there was no way in hell I was dating Louis Tomlinson, I hated the kid. But whatever it was, it needed to be sorted. Tonight.  I slowly got up, trying not to make the leather couch squeak too much and tiptoed around Liam’s huge body. Why did he have to be so long?(TWSS) I reached the end of the couch that Louis and Harry were on and cupped my hand over Louis mouth. He flew his eyes open and jerked his head up to look at me. I put my finger up to my mouth, signalling him to not make a peep. He rolled his eyes when he saw it was me and he took my hand off his mouth, I motioned for him to follow me and we left the room.

“What the hell?” he asked.

“Just come on!” I whispered loudly to him, we walked up to a guest bedroom in Niall’s upstairs. I shut the door behind us. No one needed to hear the conversation we were about to have.

“Okay so…” I started awkwardly. I had just now noticed he had no shirt on. Incredibly distracting. “Really?” I motioned to his bare chest. He shot me a huge smile and continued:

“Sooo…” he mocked. I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned against the dresser all the way on the other side of the room.

“SoThatWasReallyWeirdWhatHappenedTonightAndI’mNotSureHowIFeelAboutItAndLetsNotTellAnyone” I said all in one breath, very quickly, with my eyes half shut. I could hear him chuckling. This annoyed me. He was always joking.

“K so you never want to tell anyone what?” he asked, knowing full well what I meant.

“Louis… you know exactly what I’m talking about.” I gave him a stern look. “It was a mistake. A weird mistake and…” I was losing my train of thought as he started walking towards me with an (I hate to say this) extremely sexy smile on his face. “And…no…we shouldn’t do it again.”

“No?” he asked, getting closer to the bed.

“Uhm..no..uh…it was unlike us, you know, we hate each other.” He was a foot away now.          

“Do we?” he leaned over and put his hands on the bed, on either side of my legs, looking straight into my eyes,

“Yes. I hate you.”

“I hate you too, then” he whispered into my ear, I could feel his lips brush against my hair as he said it. I could hear myself let out a ‘whoa’. To say my heart was ‘racing’ would be an understatement. I was about to give in when I quickly cleared my head. I slid all the way back on the bed towards the pillow and swung my legs over the edge. I walked to the closet and faced the wall for a second before turning around to look at him.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” I asked, genuinely confused by the whole night.

“What’s so weird about it?” he asked leaning back on the bed, propped up on one elbow.

“I guess, don’t know” I responded. Why couldn’t I think straight tonight? He got up and looked out the window. His shirtless body was shone in the moonlight….

“Louis?” I said, walking towards him, slowly.

“Yeah?” he responded. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms under his arms and around his torso. I slid my hands down his chest and he shivered. He quickly turned around and pinned me against the wall. His insanely muscular arms were wrapped around my waist and my arms were around his neck.

“It can be our little secret” I whispered to him as he ran his hands through my curly blonde hair. (Lucy always told me my hair looked like Taylor Swift…anyway…) I kissed the base of his neck once before finding his lips. His body pressed up against mine, harder and I kissed him back with a weird hate-love thing. What the hell am I doing? 

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