Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 15; Leaving.

He wakes up to a frantic knocking on the door, Harry grumbling in his ear. 

Harry stumbles to his feet, cursing, and throws open the door, eyes blazing.

"What."

Zayn, who is standing at the door, instantly recoils, muttering apologies under his breath. "Uh- we- we- w-"

"Spit it out, for fucks sake." Harry growls, and Zayn flinches.

"We gotta go if we want to catch Milo..." He murmurs softly, blushing furiously as he stares down at the ground. 

"Give us five minutes." Louis spots his suitcase next to Zayn, and Harry grabs it, shutting the door. 

Harry sets the case down on the bed, ambling over to the closet. Louis watches him.

"Get dressed, Louis." 

"Give me a second." He grumbles, sitting up and stretching. 

Harry pulls on Louis' jumper and a pair of trackies that look like they've never been worn. And they probably haven't, to be fair.

"Why not just wear what you usually do?" Louis asks, standing up. His ass hurts. Like, a lot. 

"I'm not sitting on a plane from here to, god, where are we going? Somewhere in France?" Harry says, tying his hair up in a bun. It suits him. "Anyway. I'm not sitting hungover on a plane to France in high heels and a dress. No chance. Comfort, Louis."

"You did it on the way here." Louis mutters.

"No, I didn't." Harry says. "There was some bloke, not sure what happened to him, stole his suitcase. Got this jacket out of it. I'll abandon the suitcase at the airport, but I'm keeping it and a few other things. For a straight guy, he's got taste." Harry says, holding up a green varsity jacket. "That's where I got the normal person clothes from, actually, but I bought these trousers. Have a suitcase of my own shit, but I didn't wanna sit in a plane like that."

"Oh." Louis says. He pulls on a random shirt and pair of trousers. 

"What? You pissed I stole?" Harry asks, only half-joking.

"No." Louis says honestly. "Just hungover and not fully awake yet."

***

On the plane, Harry falls asleep immediately, before they've even taken off yet. Louis saw him take something from his handbag, so he suspects that that has something to do with it.

Liam glances over at them. "Is he asleep?"

"Yeah." Louis replies, contemplating whether or not he should steal a pill from Harry.

"Oh thank god." Liam sighs in relief, and Louis raises an eyebrow.

"He's not that bad, mate." He says, frowning.

"Yeah, maybe to you. He's a complete wanker to me and not that nice to Z, either." Liam says. "He's a dick."

"At least he didn't betray us all." Louis says angrily. 

"That's not fair-"

"How is it not, Liam?" Louis snaps. "It's not like we've magically forgiven you because you sent a fucking text."

"Louis-" Liam begins, and Louis just ignores him, jamming his earbuds in his ear and logging into Netflix on Harry's (probably stolen) laptop, turning on Lucifer.

Harry snuggles into him as the plane takes off, head falling onto his shoulder. Louis can't help but smile.

***

"Harry wake up." Louis says, again. They've been trying to wake Harry up for the past five minutes, to no avail. They're about to land, and Louis wanted him awake before this.

"How do we wake him up?" Zayn huffs, poking Harry. It doesn't work, funnily enough.

"Maybe he has something in his bag?" Liam suggests, reaching in. "Oh, hey! Look! A tazer!"

"Liam don't fucking taze Harry!" Louis exclaims, trying to climb over Zayn to grab the object. "Liam put it-"

Liam doesn't listen, and Harry jolts awake, getting Liam in a headlock with a foot against his crotch.

"Put it down." He growls. Louis can see a few other passengers looking their way, and tugs on Harry to stop, cause they're bringing attention to themselves. "Now, Liam."

Liam does, letting it clatter to the floor. Harry nods in satisfaction, and releases Liam.

"Stay out of my bag or I'm shaving your head." He threatens, and Liam nods.

Louis kisses Harry, a brief one, and Harry retaliates.

"Guys stop making out." Zayn whines. 

"Zayn, I know I'm incredibly good looking but you're just not my type, sorry." Harry says, and Zayn blushes, stuttering out something nonsensical. Harry smirks.

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself." Liam scoffs, and Harry raises an amused eyebrow.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" 

"Harry-" Louis says, just as Zayn pouts and says "Liam-"

"You just think you're better than everyone else, don't you?" Liam sneers, and Harry barks out a life.

"You're forgetting that you're the little bitch that betrayed your best friend, sweetie. You tried to have him killed." Harry simpers, voice sickeningly sweet. 

Liam rolls his eyes. "I had a reason."

"A reason isn't an excuse." Harry spits. "I've done things I'm not proud of for reasons I'm even less proud of, but at least I know when I'm doing something wrong. You're an entitled prick who acts like Louis shouldn't be offended that you tried to get him killed, because you had a so called 'reason'. So what if that guy threatened you with blackmail? He's your best fucking friend, and you were damn lucky to have him. Now you have no one, and I know how that feels, to have no one who truly knows you. This is your fault, Liam. No one else's."

The rest of the landing is silent, a muscle twitching in Harry's jaw, Liam glaring at him but not replying, because he knows Harry's right. Zayn just looks upset, glancing between the three of them anxiously.

Louis forces himself not to care. He's now just hurt by what Liam did, the sting of betrayal making it hard to even look at him. Louis doesn't like letting people in, because he's scared. He hasn't had the same life experience as Harry, but he's just learned it's easier to keep people at arms length, so they don't get hurt. Liam is one of the only people he's ever let in. He's known Liam since he was twelve, and it's just hard. Liam's been by his side through so much, and it's just heartbreaking that he did something like this.

But it's fine. Louis doesn't care (what does it matter that not giving a shit isn't a good choice?), and he's certainly not feeling like his entire world has been turned upside down. Because it hasn't. 

Totally.