Lost Words [discontinued]

{ Chapter 23-Harry }

(SONG: Iris- Goo Goo Dolls)

[ Harry's POV ]

I woke up to a sudden shift of the mattress. My eyes fluttered open, but quickly clamped back shut as bright rays of sunshine leaked into the room through the open window.

I let out a flustered groan, covering my eyes with my forearm.

"Wake up, Curly", said the femininely male voice coming from some other part of the room.

I tossed over onto my stomach, spreading my limbs lazily over the duvet.

"Rise and shine", the boy cheered happily.

I attempted to ignore him and stay in bed as I brought the nearest pillow over my head, and for a moment it was completely peaceful; not a motion seen or sound heard. That was until I felt an unexpected hand on my ass, giving me a hard, painful slap.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, quickly snapping from my earlier position, sitting up. "Why'd you do that?" I looked over to my right, but didn't see anyone. I was a bit flustered at how Louis could run so quickly and soundlessly at times.

That was one of the reasons why I hated sharing a bed with him. He was a turner, a cuddler, sometimes a snorer, other times he'd sleepwalk, and he'd always wake up hyper, unless something not too great happened the night before. So you would know what I was talking about if I said I absolutely hated sharing a bed with him.

But last night, I couldn't sleep by myself, knowing that my baby was home alone crying herself to sleep; It was torture. I felt guilty and I hated myself for leaving her like that. I wished I could have stayed at hers, but management denied my request of a day off. They said I'd already taken too many and that I needed to concentrate on what was 'important'. Like Addison wasn't?

I stood up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom, taking a quick glance in the mirror before heading to the shower. I turned on the water when I realized that whoever was in the reflection was not me.

I turned around and approached the counter, looking closely at my reflection. My eyes were bloodshot and I had terrible dark circles. My curls were completely disobedient as I tried to comb my fingers through them, but failed as they stuck back out.

Never had I looked that bad. I'd have my insecurities every now and then, but then there was this, and what made it worse was that I had to do a live interview in an hour.

I wished I hadn't cried so much the night before. I wanted to be with my love, and comfort her, but I couldn't.

I was taken away from my thoughts as Louis walked in, fully dress in a short sleeved shirt, buttoned up to his neck, and cropped trousers, rolled up twice. His hair was in ringlets, as I guessed that he just took a shower in the other bathroom.

He walked up to the counter, taking a spot next to me at the mirror as he shook out his hair with his towel. The warm droplets flicked off of his straight locks, landing aimlessly on my bare skin as I was only wearing boxers.

"You're getting me wet, Lou", I informed him, taking a step to the left.

He chuckled lightly, looking up at me through the mirror. "Don't I always."

"You have the maturity of a thirteen year old boy", I said, he laughing obnoxiously as I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary stupidity.

"But you still love me", he said with a playful grin. He took a step towards me, his arms open. I took a step back as I knew quite well what he was planning to do.

"Get away from me, Lou", I ordered, trying to keep the smile off my face, but utterly failed.

"I just want a hug", he whined, taking a few steps closer.

"No, I'm serious. Leave me alone", I said, holding my hands out, palms facing him.

He cracked a smile, then practically leaped into my arms, his legs wrapped around my waist.

"Louis, stop!" I demanded, gripping onto the back of his shirt, trying to yank him off. He held on tighter, his fingers fisting my hair. He pulled his head away so he was facing me. He plastered an evil grin onto his lips, yet he looked so much like a child. His tongue peeked through his mouth. This is what I was afraid of.

"You better not, Lou", I warned, slightly frightened, trying to get out of his hold.

"Too late." His tongue struck onto my chin, trailing a bold line of saliva up my face, to my forehead. He quickly jumped down, and before I could grab him, he roughly slapped my chest and sped out of the room.

I wanted to chase after him and do something back, but I was too lazy. I didn't have the energy that morning.

I let out a sigh and grabbed a towel off the rack, whipping my face clean of Louis' residue. I dropped the towel on the counter and shut the door, locking it so Louis couldn't get in if he wanted to.

I stripped from my boxers, shook out my hair, and stepped into the shower.