Confused Much? // l.t

22: Mood Swings

Louis POV:

Zayn wasn’t angry; in the end he thought it was just hilarious. Or, he took a glance at my tear stained cheeks as I walked into our hotel room suite, and forgave me immediately. The first thing he did was walk over and give me a hug, right then and there as I was stood in the open door frame. I was breathing heavily, considering I ran a couple of blocks until I caved in a bought myself a taxi. Thankfully, Zayn didn’t ask me anything; he knew I needed some comfort. I’m glad he knew, as I didn’t know what I needed myself.

Either, it was self-pity for myself, or I was scared. My own self pitied me; it was how low I felt at the moment that reflected me the most. All because of one stupid girl, who was so highly irrelevant to me, it was a wonder how she could do this to me. To top that, she’s thousands of miles away and not giving a shit.

It was when she sang, it was when she fainted and said my name first, it was when she got pissed at me for ignoring her, it was when she rejected Harry’s kiss, it was when I saw her at the park, it was when I took Lux from her, it was when she called the cops on me… it was when I walked away. All of those moments led me to where I was stood now, helplessly in a hotel far away from home.

Honestly, all I need is my Mum.

My caring friend pulled away from our hug and gave me a light pat on the shoulder. He didn’t look like he pitied me, like I did myself, he just looked sympathetic. Like he knew what I was going through… it was a girl for heavens sake. Only an opening act. Only an acquaintance.

Only a girl.

“Now,” Zayn started looking into my eyes, seeing if I was okay without asking me. “I think you have some apologizing to do hot-shot.” He wiggled his eyebrows, waiting.

“I’m sorry Zayn.” I mumbled, trying to keep my small smile to myself.

He looked as if he was enjoying this greatly, “sorry for what?” Zayn cupped his ear with his hand, blinking over dramatically.

“I’m sorry for making you look prettier.” I snickered at his expression of feigning hurt.

“Excuse me? My hair has enough volume to it as an ice cream cone; I ain’t needing your lousy whipped cream. I’ll whip you up boi.” 

With that, he gave me a look as if alerting me to run, but instead, I just gave him another hug, laughing. Without hesitation, he hugged back immediately. It was as if I could feel his smile through the aurora he was giving off. Obviously, he was happy that he made me feel better, and I was too.

Panting was heard behind me, making my arms drop from Zayn immediately. Turning around, I was faced with Harry. His cheeks were tinted red from all of the running, his breath taking escalating breaths. It seemed as if with another step that he’d take, Harry would collapse.

A tense tension was blowing around the room, mocking us three with ease. We exchanged looks through our eyes, both of us seeming quite nerved. Although, Harry looked worried.

“Louis,” he breathed out through his panting.

I nodded from him to continue. Myself didn’t think that he’d talk to me after running away like that.

“You’ve got to stop.” Harry looked me straight in the eye.

My heart stopped beating. Harry continued to take heaves of breath, but my mind was elsewhere. It was obvious to what Harry meant when he told me I had to stop… I just didn’t know what I was doing that made me do these things.

“Look Louis,” still in the doorframe, Harry was looking at me dead straight. His seriousness escalated around the room, bouncing off the walls and onto Zayn and I. We both kept our gazes on Harry. That was until someone coughed beside me.