Complicated

Chapter 6

When we reach the top of the Ferris wheel, I look at all of the flashing lights. I lean over the edge and peer down, looking for anyone I might know and feel Harry's arms wrap around my waist. "I don't want you to fall." He chuckles. I lean my head against his chest and tilt my head back to look up at him and smile.

I can feel his warm breath on my face as I stare up at his green eyes. Something compels me to turn and face him, so I do. His head nudges mine to the side and he kisses my neck softly. My eyelids flutter closed and I have to remind myself to breath. Finally I can't take it any more. I take his face in my hands and bring his face to mine.

Our lips touch and my body pulses with excitement. Shit. Shit shit shit. I really shouldn't be doing this! He deepens the kiss and his tongue slides into my mouth. I wasn't expecting this, so my mouth reacts on its own.

"Ouch!" Harry shouts, more alarmed than angry. "Oh my gosh Harry! I'm so sorry!" I cover my mouth as if to prevent further pain. I didn't mean to bite his tongue. Although I feel bad, I can't help but laugh. My laugh is muffled under my hand, but Harry can still hear it. He pouts and holds his tongue, which by the way, is very attractive. "Serves you right for sticking it in there!" I say playfully.

"I guess you'll just have to kiss it and make it better!" Harry retorts. "No way!" I say and stick my tongue out at him. That turns out to be a mistake, because he leans forward and carefully bites my tongue, pulling it into his mouth. I didn't expect it his time either, but I refrain from biting his tongue again. I close my eyes and relax into him.

"Erm..." Someone clears their throat. I open my eyes and pull away to see that we reached the bottom. "Oh. Sorry!" I say, blushing at the ride operator. But that was not the only person there. I thank the heavens that Niall isn't there. But this person... I run my fingers through my hair nervously as Harry does the same.

This person has their arms crossed and a disapproving look on their face. "Hey Louis." I say as casual as possible. "You are SO grounded missy!"

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I sigh and am pulled off of the ride by Louis. "We are going home NOW. Once we find the others." I sigh. I hate this Louis. I want my fun, silly, carefree brother. He pulls me by my arm and I glance back at Harry. He has an apologetic look on his face. "Louis! Wait!" I whisper. "What?" He says, stopping and looking at me.

"You have to promise me you won't tell Niall!" I whisper, my face pleading with him." He grumbles but nods in agreement. "Do we really have to ruin their fun just because of me? They can just have a limo pick them up later?" Louis nods and heads for the car. I follow him glumly. Once we arrive at the car I slide in. Louis drives and the whole way home is silent.

When we arrive at home Louis turns to me. Uh oh. Here comes the big brother pep talk. Ugh.

"You know you're not aloud to have any sort of relationships with the boys!"

"I know, I know." I say looking down.

"Obviously not! I mean, you are flirting with the boys, and you know what?! How is it fair that you're kissing Harry when you know that Niall likes you too? It's just not right Gabriella!"

I flinch. He only calls me by my first name when he is angry.

"Niall likes me?" I ask. Louis sighs.
"Either YOU will end up hurting one of THEM or THEY will end up hurting YOU! And I can't have that!"

"You're not the boss of me Louis! I can kiss whoever the hell I want! And I WILL kiss whoever I want! I just kissed Harry, as who knows? I might just kiss Niall too!" I shout.

"It's not right! I don't want you acting like a slut!" He covers his mouth, not quite believing what he just said. "Gabby. I didn't mean-"

I don't wait for him to finish. I jump out of the car and run into the house, opening my bedroom door and slamming it shut, locking it behind me. I throw myself onto my bed and burst into tears. I can't believe he would say something so horrible.

I'm SO confused right now, and yes, I do feel really guilty about liking both boys and Louis isn't helping at all. "Gabs...." I here Louis say through the door. I snivel and stand up, turning on my radio and plugging in my iPod. I crank up the volume to drown out his talking and All Time Low blasts in my ears. I collapse on my bed and try to figure out my feelings. Maybe Louis is right. Am I a slut for liking both boys?