"Alright, well, if you need to talk...or get upset again, text me, okay?" Harry said with a weak smile. He was leaning against the door frame, eyeing me worriedly.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't think my phone has the ability to send texts," I reminded him, running my fingers together and feeling the already scabbing cuts. They were only tiny, but I hated blood.
Harry nodded with realization. "I'll take you to get a new phone. Not tomorrow, because we have the premiere. But the next day, I promise."
I hadn't heard much about the premiere, other than the fact that we wouldn't be filming that day because of it, and what Danielle said.
"That's okay, I can go myself tomorrow."
Harry bit his lip and nodded once. "You sure you're okay?" He ran a hand through his curls, making them stand up on their edge.
"I'm positive. Go, Harry, I'm fine."
He nodded once again, then left. I let out a long sigh as the door swung shut behind him. As soon as he was gone I felt the rush of frustration wash over me again. As soon as I got a new cellphone, I was going to call Elise.
I stumbled back to my bed - well, my temporary bed. I hated hotel beds, they were always so hard and never had enough pillows. As I lay there I thought long and hard.
I thought about the butterflies that swarmed my stomach as I spoke to Max. And the way I felt when I thought Louis was going to kiss me. As well as the feeling of being wrapped up in Harry's arms.
I had some serious problems. I loved Max, I knew that I did. Call me a broken record, but I did. I missed him terribly, and I was probably just star struck by the other two boys. Either way I was threading on very dangerous waters.
Eventually I fell asleep. I don't know how long I was knocked out for, but the knocking on the door woke me up. I was expecting it to be Harry, checking up on me.
"Hi, Stella," Louis said with a weak smile as I opened the door. I starred at him for a second, taking him in. His hair was now dry and styles perfectly, flipping up a bit at the front. He was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans and a plain white v-neck t short. His hands were jammed into his pockets as he leaned against the door frame, beaming at me.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" He snickered, extracting his hands from his pocket and folding them over his chest, a smug expression on his face.
My face heat up, I was sure I was flushing a deep red. Nonetheless, I rolled my eyes and backed away from the door, letting him in. "I wasn't looking at you like anything. Just didn't have anything to say,"
"Sure, sure," he snickered as he sat down onto my unmade bed. "Good thing for you, I have loads to say,"
I ran a hand through my hair and snorted. "Lucky for me? Yeah, now I have to listen to you for hours..."
Louis faked offended. "Find, Stella, I will not ask you this super important question." He looked at me with a crooked smirk.
I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes at him. "Fine." I let out a fake exasperated sigh. "Go on, bore me with your excessive words," I teased.
Louis cocked an eyebrow. "I don't think you want to hear my question," he said in a sing song voice.
"Yes! Yes I do!" I exclaimed, plopping down next to him on the edge of the bed.
