Broken Past (Sequel)

Chapter Twelve

Louis POV;

"Come on guys! The club awaits us-" I walked out the house to see Alex and Harry awkwardly standing in the porch.

"Hi Louis" Alex smiled lightly.

"What is it Louis? You look like you've seen a ghost-" Julie walked out to see the standing there. She stood there shocked but smiled widely at them. "Alex! Harry! Welcome to the stalk Julie party."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Alex laughed embracing Julie into a tight hug.

The conversation turned into to soft whispers, being too hard for me to hear what they were saying. I turned my gaze to the curly haired boy who stood in front of me looking gorgeous as ever. He was drained though, he looked tired, stressed but still the handsome lad I fell in love with a couple of years ago. He walked closer to me, smiling awkwardly but that made me weak at the knees. I can't feel like this.

"Hi Louis." His raspy voice spoke.

"H-Hi Harry." I stuttered, a little nervous for his presence being here.

"I missed you- you know not being around the flat and stuff.." He looked around the neighborhood trying to keep eye contact to a certain level. As for me I knew if I looked for too long I would want to rip his clothes off.

"Yeah I miss you too- being around the flat and stuff. I missed Alex too.. And Eleanor o-of course." I laughed nervously. Great make it more obvious that your nervous.

"Come on, the club awaits!" Perrie cheered, walking over to the car they must of rented.

"Yeah, come on Louis!" Julie laughed, doing a little dance on her way to her car.

"We should go." I turned to him, and walked away.

~*~

"Wow this club is way better than the clubs in London." Danielle said looking around the club.

"That's only because were in Vegas Dani, it's here where you regret the stuff you do." Julie laughed, taking a sip of her drink.

"What happens in Vegas, stay's in Vegas!" Danielle threw her hands in the air and ran to the dance floor, Liam following close behind.

I grabbed the drink Julie was handing me while she walked off towards the crowd of intoxicated people grinding against each other. The song Can't Hold Us by Macklemore roared, the speakers and bass making the club shake a bit. I looked over to a drunk Alex who was dancing with Julie, stumbling against eachother but still looking like they had a great time.

I felt a hand against mines making me look up to Harry who was happily smiling down at me. I smiled back, taking a sip from my drink trying to avoid eye contact from they green eyed boy.

"Louis!" Harry tried to shout over the music.

"Yes?" I answered him, taking yet another sip.

"Look at me." He demanded, I looked at him his eyes staring back at me. I felt myself getting weak just by him staring at me. Why did he still make me feel like this?

"What?" I asked, later to feel his lips crash against mine. His lips still soft from the last time I felt them against my own. I kissed back, wanting to feel him. My mind wandering around, my body getting weaker. I pulled away quickly realizing what i'm doing, the taste of a different alcohol drink against my lips.

"Why did you stop?" He slowly slurred.

"You don't know what you're doing, your drunk. Stop Harry." I sat him down at the bar. "You have Alex, and I have Eleanor. I moved on."