I had left the pool about an hour after I'd gotten there. Most of that time was either spent with Danielle or Harry, and avoiding Louis. Not that it was very difficult - it was a big pool and he clearly wanted nothing to do with me, either. Instead he spent the entire time showering Alexis with attention. Danielle kept shooting me sympathetic looks that made it all worse, and Harry was very attentive and dare I say flirty. The whole situation was making me claustrophobic, mix that with the thick chlorine scent, and muggy air, I just had to get out of there.
So I excused myself with a simple excuse that I felt sick. Harry offered to leave with me, but I assured him that I wanted to be alone. I returned to my room, took a quick shower and then lay in bed, laptop on my legs, trying to gather my thoughts.
I really didn't have many ideas for the article. I had no idea why Eleanor and Louis broke up, I was completely baffled by Louis and Harry's exchange earlier, and Louis was gaga over Alexis and paying me little to no attention.
After starring at an empty document for what seemed like an eternity, I let out a huff and slammed my laptop shut. I lay in bed for a while, not sure what to do next. The boys didn't have a show today - actually, I wasn't quite sure why we were still here. Danielle had mentioned a premiere so maybe it had to do with that.
A knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. I shot up out of the bed, pushing the covers off me. I knew it was one of three people - Louis, Harry, or Danielle. The first seemed the most unlikely, though I really did hope I would open the door to see his smiling face.
I got half of my wish. As I pulled the door opened, it revealed the face of Louis...but it was blazing with anger. He pushed past me as he strode into the room, all the way to the wall before he turned around again, facing me. His brows were pulled together, his hands clenched by his sides.
"What's wrong?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing. He looked like a mess - his hair was still wet, he was wearing red sweat pants and a green striped t-shirt. I couldn't help but notice, though, as the water dripped from the tips, into his eyes, how good he looked nonetheless. The realization scared me a little. Why was I always thinking about him this way?
"What the hell was that down there?" His voice raised towards the end of his demand, wavering a little as he glared at me. He was breathing somewhat heavily, his nostrils flared.
"Okay, stop yelling at me right now, or leave." I pointed to the door to emphasis my statement, arching one eyebrow. His body seemed to relax, tension falling. But his face was still contorted with rage. I continued nonetheless. "Alright, now please tell me why you barged into here yelling at me. Because honestly, I have no idea."
"You-" it started out as a yell but he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he let it out. "You and Harry. What was that? You were flirting with him!"
I pursed my lips, taking the opportunity to study him again while his eyes were closed. He didn't look mad so much, anymore, rather just upset. But the fact that he was storming in here out of nowhere, accusing me like that - well now I was mad.
"You're delusional. And so what if I was? What gives you the right to concern yourself with who I flirt with? Why do you even care?"
Louis' eyes snapped opened at my words. His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. He blinked a couple of times, his mouth opening then clamping shut. He repeated this twice before letting out a long sigh. "I suppose you're quite right, it's no business of mine. Sorry to bother you, Stella." His words were laced with a hiss as he tried to push past me.
I was having no part of it though, I moved aside so I was blocking him from leaving. He glared down at me, his hand grabbing ahold of my hip as he tried to move past me. I planted my feet and refused to move. So we just stood there, starring at each other intensely, his hand still resting against my side. Eventually he left out an exhausted sigh.
