She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 11{You and I}

LOUIS' P.O.V

I instantly reached for the door handle, turning it as I walked inside, the boys following me in from the dark night. My eyes were instantly met with a clearly pissed off Harry, but I disregarded him as I rushed to Harley's door, creaking it open to the slightest. There she was, calmer than calm and tangled in the sheets. A moment of relief flooded through me, and I finally remembered that Harry looked angry.

"What's up, Hazz?" I heard Zayn ask, and a growl escaped his lips. Harry sped past me, shutting his door rapidly. All of us were confused, but just shook it off. I wanted to watch TV, but we still had yet to hook it up. Along with the lap top, and everything else that needs Internet connection. I felt satisfied with the burning ache in my throat coming to a halt, but it was still there. Less painful, of course.

"Well, well, well. I guess Harley teased the poor lad!" Niall humored them, and I tensed up. What, the hell?

"What?" I spat, looking at Niall with a sure expression of madness. He instantly shut his laugh up, and I towered over the shorter boy.

"Well, she knows you went out. I'm guessing she was teasing Harry to get him to tell her where we went... he's all grumpy 'cause of it." He sputtered out, and I growled, running to Harry's room in an instant. His door was locked, so I pounded on the door. Fury was all I felt, he gets felt up by her and yet all I get is fucking a kiss? She's mine.

Not that a kiss is worthless, it was the best with her. Just, like hell.

"What the hell do-" I cut him off, smashing my fist into his chest as he fell backwards from my hit.

"You asshole!" I yelled, growling again as I lunged forward, knocking him down.

"She's the idiot who did it! Go yell at her!" He spat, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to get up. My hands found his wrists, tugging them to the ground in less than a second.

"Don't you fucking call her an idiot, you let her." I punched him across the mouth, and finally got a reaction out of him. He snarled, knocking me over and pinning me with his knees. My hands pushed against his chest until he too was groaning from my pressure.

"Piss off, Louis." He said, his tone powerful. Not that i gave one for it, as I continued to hold him down, ready to punch him again. Before I could do any sudden moves, a few strong arms pulled me off of him. My fists hit theirs, not the slightest pain hurting me as I struggled to try and do anything to Harry.

"I will when you get your dirty hands off of her, fuck!" I cursed, clenching my jaw as I gave up to them.

 They dragged me out of the room, and Liam tried talking sense into me. I just flipped him off, walking into Harley's room. She wasn't awake, or at least she didn't sound like she was. Was I listening to her dam heart beat? That's creepy.

I shut the door behind me in hopes that the boys would take that as a sign to go. I heard their feet shuffle off, Niall making some stupid joke. I felt calmer, seeing Harley.

My feet swiftly made their way to the bed, and I kicked off my shoes and tore off my shirt, not caring about my actions. I ruffled my hair, sliding into the covers - not that I needed them. She was so peaceful in her sleep, she looked happy. Thoughts came into my head, thoughts I didn't exactly think Harley would ever, ever want me to to think about. If she looked in my brain right now, she would kill me.

I wasn't tired, but I just felt the need to lie here with her. My hands swivelled around until coming in close contact with her warm, smooth skin.

She was always warm, and that comforted me. Suddenly she turned over, but didn't move any closer to me. Just, turned over. I took that personally, but then I remembered I was probably cold to her. That could be it.