Love You Goodbye [Harry Styles]

Chapter 3

LETS GIVE LOUIS A LITTLE ATTENTION HERE IN THE MEDIA SECTION THING SINCE IT IS HIS MONTH.

GENO CADWELL TOMLINSON

"So... what seems to be the problem?"

Fuck. That smirk.

Fuck. Those eyes.

Fuck. That raspy, deep voice.

I felt myself tense up. Louis cleared his throat and I can sense that he isn't comfortable. But bravely, he spoke up first.

"We've got into some...uh-arguments and disagreements here and there."

Bullshit. You've hit me, threatened me, and treated me like shit more than I can count.

Harry only nods. His intense green eyes darkened as he waited for my response. I took a deep breath.

"I-I agree with Louis," I lied.

"We've been fighting a lot m-more than b-before, and I think that i-it has just been c-concerning us" I stuttered like an idiot. I find it quite hard to talk around Harry. His presence just makes me have goosebumps.

Which I realized are very noticeable. I rubbed my left arm, trying to erase them. Louis noticed this and reached out for my hand.

I hesitantly let him do so, Harry glaring at our intertwined fingers as he crosses his leg, putting the side of his boot on one of his knees. He leaned back on the couch and sighed through his nose, eyebrows furrowed.

I don't know if that's just a sign of concentration or something else... Jealou-

"It doesn't seem like you guys hate each other. What topics do you guys fight about?" Harry asked, his words slurring towards the end.

I looked over at Louis, pleading for him to answer. I don't trust my voice.

There was a minute or so of intense glaring between me and Louis, dominating each other to see who gets to answer a simple question. About two minutes later, I hear a soft, but deep chuckle.

I blinked, and looked over at the man.

It's that goddamn smirk with dimples again.

Even with a smirk on his face, his eyes screamed jealou-

"Small topics. But we fight over them anyway. I admit, I slapped her last night because she accidentally spilled a drink on my friend Niall-" Louis was cut off by the curly haired man.

"Niall?"

Louis nods before continuing, "but I regret it immensely, and I know I shouldn't have done that."

I'm shocked. How can Louis be so open with a stranger he just met five minuets ago?

Before I realized, my mouth was opened with shocked so I immediately closed it, turning back to Harry. But I can still feel Louis looking over at me.

"For me, that sounds like a reasonable punishment for her."

Once again, my jaw fell open. Did this... stranger just take Louis' side?!

I felt my blood boil. Harry runs his eyes up and down my seated body, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

What is he thinking?

"But of course, Louis, it was still a wrong thing to do. Specially since she is your wife." Harry removed his lip between his teeth, resulting a very red, and swollen, moist lip.