Thirteen

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There was a knock at my door around One O' Clock, cutting into the time me and Louis had decided to spend cuddling and taking pictures on his phone.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"I'll tell you when I answer the door," I replied, immediately covering my mouth, "I'm genuinely sorry I didn't mean for that to sound so sassy," I held out my hands to him, helping him up from where he had thrown himself back on the bed, a faux shocked look across his face.

"D-Did Harry Styles just get an attitude with me?" He fake-gasped, teasing me about it.

"Oh! What if I accidentally do that to Father?"
I was actually scared, that would be very very very bad.

Louis seemed to register my fear, his expression softening, he looked like he was about to open his mouth to reply; only to be cut off by another knock at the cherry stained door.

"Sorry," I mumbled, walking away. I still felt bad for getting snappy with Louis.

If there weren't company, I'd probably let myself feel worse; let myself wallow in self pity, but I don't want Louis to see that.

Also Father isn't here to encourage the reminiscing about mistakes.

"Sister?" I asked when I opened the door, "I-I mean Gemma," I corrected, letting her in.

"Father called," she brushed off my mistake, my second one in the past five minutes, "He wants us to stay another night, just to assure everything is perfectly in place. That means we have a shorter session tomorrow," she winked at the end, "fifteen minutes is all," she was happy about it. I was as well, hoping Louis would be able to stay all day today and tomorrow.

"Oh you have company?" Gemma stopped when she saw Louis curled up under the blanket.

"It's just Louis, I told you he'd be up here," I waited for her to walk past the bedrooms and to the dining room so we could speak, but instead she turned and entered the room, sitting on the bed next to Louis with an anticlimactic flop.

"Harry?" He popped his head out from under the blankets where he had been hiding, his phone in his hand, "oh," he locked the device when he realized I had let someone into the hotel room, "Hello," he blinked at Gemma.

"Hello," she smiled back, sparing a glance to me.

"Where's Harry?" He peeled the covers away more, sitting up, "Oh, never mind I see him," he laughed now, Gemma soon joining him.

I didn't understand their laughter necessary, but I joined in; as to ensure them I wasn't a social drag, which I really was. Boring, that is.

"Nice to see you again, why are you here?" Louis smiled widely at Gemma, trying to push her off the bed.

"I'm here to tell you you guys have an extra day!" She gasped as she fell, landing on her bottom.

Their exchange confused me; they were acting like they've known each other for years, I knew for a fact they hadn't met before today.

"Oh yay!" Louis clapped, swinging the blankets off his legs, "Tomorrow is actually my day off." He smiled as he walked over to where I was standing in the doorway, "Looks like I can stay the night,"

As I glanced to Gemma, she had a strange expression on her face; her eyebrows raised, eyes large, and an awkward smile thrown across her lips. Suggestive almost? But of what?

I figured this was something obvious, something that I'm too uneducated to understand. Of course Gemma and Louis both have a higher education than me, I wish they would include me in their hidden meanings. Alas, I didn't want to be rude, so I kept my mouth shut.

"That sounds nice," I smiled at him, ignoring the fact that Gemma was obviously trying to get my attention again. I had to give in though, it was very unkind of me to pointedly ignore her.

I shot her confused look back at her strange one, she immediately ushered me into the dining room, away from Lou.

"Oh my god you have no clue what your doing," she let out a small laugh, sitting me down.

"Yes I do. I've done this before," I folded my hands in my lap respectfully as she sat down.

"First of all, at ease soldier," she waved her hands in front of my face, "second of all, please enlighten me as to what you've done before," she asked the question with that suggestive smirk.

"I've spent the night with Louis before." I furrowed my brows, what else could she mean?

"Okay," she got up laughing, "Your not getting the point, but okay. I'm leaving now. You have fun with Louis," she got up, walking out of the room.

I didn't get up until I heard the door shut behind her, only then leaving the solidarity of the dining room.

"Louis?"  I asked when I entered the bedroom, finding him in his original position, "Do you know what Gemma meant?" I had asked hoping he would understand.

"Uh, no?" He replied, "What did she do?"

I frowned at that, "You didn't see her?"

"Nope,"

"She just kept making this look," I attempted to make the face she had, most likely failing horribly.

Louis laughed at my rendition, "She was either trying to seduce you, make a perverted joke, or she really had to poop," he laughed again, nearly falling off the bed.

"Well I don't think she'd attempt to seduce me," I thought aloud, "I have no reference as to what she looks like when she jokes, so I can't rule that one out, but she didn't have to use the restroom. She went before we came back, that was only a couple hours ago,"

Louis nodded at me, pursing his lips, "Wow, it's almost like she was making a joke. You know, since it was the only not-ridiculous option,"

He began laughing. He laughs a lot.

I might've been a little offended at his undertone of an insult if I hadn't been busy trying to distract myself from the twinkling sound of his laughter, take my thoughts away from the way he raised his shoulders up as he giggled and covered his mouth. As much as I wanted to stare, I didn't. It wasn't very polite.

I have a huge algebra test this week. Pray for me.
I wanted to get this updated before then.
Okay little tiny note here: Where You Are reached 1k reads(omfg)

Chasing The Sun reached almost 9k reads (OmFG)
*internal screaming*

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