Capture this...(Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Chapter 23: Capture the future plans

*Louis' POV*

I pulled into the driveway of the beach house. Angel was asleep in the passanger seat, tired from the shopping trip she and Kami went on after me and the guys did some work with Simon. I turned off the car and stared at her(not in a stalker way) and admired her. I don't know why I kept screwing up with her. I keep feeling like I'm just not enough for her, even if I'm in the biggest boyband in the world, have tons of money, and wanted by millions of girls worldwide, I feel tiny and helpless compared to her. She's so intelligent and stunning in so many ways. I just can't seem to pull myself together with her. I thought back to earlier....

*Flashback*

While Angel was in her interview me and Niall had a "talk." He was still pretty ticked about the way I apparently treated Angel. 

"If you're so worried about how she feels with me why don't you just take her!" I exploded in Niall's face. Harry and Liam stepped in the way. Niall's face was bright red and Liam tried calming him, taking him into the break room. Zayn came over with me and Harry and sat in the chairs with us. 

"Lou, calm down, it's ok. Niall's just worried because he cares," Harry tried soothing me. But I was furious. It doesn'y matter if he cares, she's still mine. I got up and stormed out, running. No particular destination but just running. I tried to avoid the busy areas, hoping not to be spotted by fangirls. 

I shook my head, ridding of the memory. I gently shook Angel's shoulder.

"Babe, we're here," I murmered . She gave this half meow half growl and clumisily climbed out and started walking to the house. I decided I'd grab her stuff and bring it in after her. By the time I brought the thousandth bag into the bedroom, Angel was already in her pj's and sound asleep. I debated for a minute, to go back downstairs for another restless sleep on the couch, or try to spend the night in bed with Angel. I chose option B. 

I stripped down to my boxers and silently climbed in. She cuddled up to my side, radiating warmth onto my bare chest. I played with  her hair a little bit, admiring how soft it was, and the shiny color it always sparkled. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered, barely loud enough for myself to hear, but it was for her. It was for every time I messed up since we were kids. It was for every time I treated her wrong. It was for all of it, and how I'm not the perfect guy for her, but I was going to try everything to be that guy. I kissed the top of her head, and turned off the bedside lamp, falling into endless darkness. 

*Kami's POV*

Harry's warm arms were wrapped around me as we laid in bed, bathed in the light from the window. 

"Hazza?" I murmered.

"Hm.." he repiled. I bit my lip.

"Nevermind," I said, thinking about what if we spent the rest of our lives like this. 

"Kami, you can tell me anything, you know that," Harry whispered, twisting a lock of my hair in between his fingers.

"I know," was all I whispered back. We continued to lay there, until his quiet snores began to fill the room. I gently slipped out of his arms and walked to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror for a minute. My face looked a bit pale, and i felt kinda light headed. All of a sudden a wave of nausa over took me. I fell to my knees and puked my guts out into the toilet. I moaned and heard Harry's footsteps lead to the bathroom. He knelt beside me and pulled my hair into a pony tail. After I finished hacking, I wobbled back to the sink to brush my teeth. Harry held my waist to make sure I wouldn't fall over. 

"What happened babe?" Harry asked curiously as I wiped my mouth. 

"I don't know..." I shook my head, with a weird sudden headache.

"Harry you don't think..." I looked up at him, thinking about the only possible reason for this. His now stormy green eyes looked at me, before he got up and grabbed a pair of jeans. He slid his wallet into his pants and grabbed his keys. 

"I'll be back," he said, before kissing my forehead and walking out the door. I sat on the bathroom floor, curiously touching my torso, as if I could tell the truth by feeling it.