Seven Minutes in Heaven [Larry Stylinson] {Completed}

Chapter Nine.

PLEASE BEFORE YOU START, MAKE SURE YOU ARE IN A SAFE AREA WITH NON-SHARP ITEMS AROUND YOU IN CASE OF FEELS ATTACKS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INJURIES. SONG FOR CHAPTER IS KISS ME BECAUSE FEELS.
ENJOY...

Louis' P.O.V 

I rolled my eyes.

Although, I knew he couldn't see me.

The closet is quite large without all my stuff in here. I slid down the cool wooden wall.

"So why did you call me down here?" I asked.

"I-" He cut himself off with a sigh.

"Harry!" 

"I wanted to ask you to come back."

"Why?"

"Because I over-reacted," He sighed.

"No," I said.

"No?" 

"I'm not moving back. I don't to," I said quietly, even though I wanted to yell; scream at him for kicking me out.

"Please," He pleaded.

"I have a question." 

"Ask it."

"Why are we in the closet if you just wanted to apologize?"

"Uh, well. I knew you wouldn't listen and walk out. Since there are many exits I thought I'd trap you... "

"You're an idiot." I mumbled.

I wanted to glare at him, but the lack of any light makes it hard. Although, I could see the outline of him.

"It was Liam's-" He stopped.

"Liam's what?" I asked sharply. 

"Liam's idea," He said the pain of sayinging it across his face.

"LIAM TOLD YOU TO LOCK ME IN A FUCKING CLOSET?"

I groaned.

We stayed quiet for a while.

"Why don't you just call one of the boys?" Harry asked me.

"Because my phone is currently in the kitchen."

"My phone is on the bed....."

I groaned, "Of course it is."

"Louis," Harry said coming closer. 

"Stay away from me. Can't you understand I'm mad at you? I'm going to miss my date with Heather."  I said spacing myself from him.

"I thought she was just a friend?" His voice sounded a little down.

"Yeah, she is. We were going out for coffee to talk."

"I don't see why you hang out with her," He dropped his voice, "She's clearly a whore." 

"WHAT! WHY ARE YOU JUDGING?  YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-"

"Shut up."

"Do you know anything about her to judge?"

"Do you?" Harry retorted.

"Yes, I do actually." 

"Sure," He rolled his eyes.

"Why am I even wasting my breath on you?" I asked myself. 

"So I'm a waste?" 

"Yes!" I practically screamed, "You're judging a girl who is perfect. Okay? She is perfect."