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Platonic?

Rachel's P.O.V

"Louis!" I yelled, running out the door of the boy's place, chasing after him.

He turned on his heel to face to.

"What?" his voice was softer than I was expecting.

I still folded my arms, completely furious at him.

"Louis! What the hell is wrong with you?! That fault was completely your fault!" I yelled at him.

He narrowed his eyes.

"My fault?! Irwin was all over you!" he yelled back.

I rolled my eyes.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, still fuming.

He took a step closer to me.

"Please tell me your joking Rachel. The guy is fucking in love with you! He's taking absolutely any chance he can at all to touch you or talk to you or just be near you. How can you not see that?" he shouted.

I took a step back then, which seemed to calm him down ever so slightly.

"Honestly Rach, how am I supposed to feel when he's all over you while I'm sitting there and you did nothing about it" his voice was still angry, yet he didn't shout that time.

I sighed.

"Louis, it's not like he knows we're together. And even if he was flirting with me, that gave you no right to go and punch the guy! You can't just do that! You should know that!" I continued, no intention of just letting him off with this.

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna go see if he's okay. When you decide to act like a grown up and apologise, call me" I muttered angrily, turning on my heel to walk back into the boys place.

"Rachel!" he called, grabbing hold of my hand.

I turned quickly so I was faced with him. It was only then that I noticed the large purple-black bruise forming on his left eye and the small cut on his lip.

"What?" I murmured, the wind slightly knocked out of me.

"Are you choosing him over me?" he asked.

I scoffed at that, pulling out of his grip.

"No Louis! I'm not 'choosing him over you' I'm just being a good friend! Like I said, call me when you want to say sorry" I mumbled, pulling out of his grip. and walking into their room.

I saw Luke and Skylar talking and Michael was on the couch with Calum, eating.

"Where's Ashton?" I asked them.

Michael glanced at his room quickly.

"Rach, be careful with him, okay? I don't think he's feeling too hot right now" he explained.

I nodded, before walking straight into Ashton's room.

He was lying face down on his bed but looked up when I walked in. He sighed loudly, rolling onto his back.

"Come to give out to me for punching your boyfriend?" he asked, sitting up.

I rolled my eyes.

"Of course not Ash. I'm here to see if you're okay" I told him, plopping onto the bottom of the bed.

He raised an eyebrow.

"And besides, he punched you first" I added.

He shrugged in agreement.

It was then I noticed the large bruise, similar to Louis' on his cheek. And his nose had been bleeding.

"Shit Ashton.. I'm so sorry about this" I mumbled.

"Louis doesn't normally get this mad" I added.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Yet it seems when it comes to you, he can get very mad indeed" he muttered in response.

My cheeks reddened slightly at that.

"Rachel, why are you with him?" he asked softly.

I was taken off guard by the question.

"Who said I was?" I replied.

He rolled his eyes.

"Oh please. I'm not blind. Just explain it to me" he continued.

I sighed loudly, not even bothering to lie anymore to him.

"I don't know. He's funny and sweet and he makes me laugh. He makes me feel good about myself. You know, he can make everything into a joke, yet he can be so serious and sweet when it's needed and-"

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine.

I was in such shock that I wasn't given a chance to kiss him back, or push him away. It lasted for only a couple of seconds but it sent an electric shock through my body and when he pulled back he smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry. I know I've probably just ruined everything but I just- I just figured it was worth it" he whispered softly. "Worth it to kiss you, just once"

I bit my lip.

"Ash I-" I began but once again he cut me off.

"Look Rach, I know it's never going to happen between us. I see the way you look at him.. It's okay. I mean it's not your fault who you fall in love with.." he trailed off and I looked up to meet his eye, feeling tears form in my own.

"I'm so sorry" I mumbled, throwing my arms around him.

He hugged me back tightly.

"It's okay Rach..This isn't your fault" he whispered into my hair, while I just held onto him.

However, the fluttering in my stomach that I got, with his arms around me made me start to rethink things. Was it really just platonic feelings I had for Ashton? And if not, what the hell was I going to do about it?