It was the second morning in a row I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. Well maybe not unfamilar, because I had spent an abundance of time in here with Louis during our four day stop in Boston. Even so, it was disorienting to wake up in a place not associated as being mine.
I wasn't in Louis' bed this morning, however. I could see his bed from the corner of my eye, and a sole figure lying beneath the blankets. But I was alone in Harry's bed... So where was he?
I pushed myself slowly into an upright position, letting my memories of last night float past the fog of confusion I was in. The last thing I remembered was curling into Harry's body, sitting outside in the hallway and soaking up his warmth. Just thinking about it made me cold and lonely and I shivered involuntarily .
"Shacking up with my best mate now, are we?"
Louis' voice made me jump, as I was unaware he was even awake. He was laying on his side, head flat against the pillow as he searched me with a curious expression.
"Shit, Louis, you scared me," I muttered, my hand clasped over my racing heart.
He raised an eyebrow and shrugged a little. "Very classy, Stella," he said with a trace of laughter in his voice. "Especially while I'm in the next bed," he snickered with a teasing smirk.
"It wasn't like that..." I muttered, suddenly wondering how long he had been awake and watching me like that. I felt self conscious, patting down my unruly bed head of curls.
"I know, Stella. I'm just teasing," he chuckled. "Though the two of you would make a splendid couple, don't you think?"
"It's not like that," I repeated.
"Why not? Harry is a great lad, I think you guys would be lovely together!" His smile didn't falter as he spoke, and that irritated me. What was going on here? Had Louis seriously lost all interest in me, enough that he would want Harry and I to be together? I searched his face, looking for some clue Ahat he was just saying that to make it look like he didn't care, but his face was completely natural.
My stomach felt queasy. If Louis didn't have any feelings for me...what would happen? Was their some sort of claus that let me back out in the event that I was unsuccessful? There should have been.
"Well, whatever, think what you want," I replied bitterly as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, readjusting my tshirt on my shoulders.
"The lady doth protest too much, me thinks," Louis called after me as I stormed out of the room.
Harry was laying on the couch, rubbing his eyes and just starting to sit up. So he had slept on the couch? How had I gotten into his bed?
"Morning," I muttered, sitting down on the end of the couch when he folded up his legs to give me room.
"Good morning," he replied with a groggy voice, shaking out his curls. "How did you sleep after?"
"Good... Did I fall asleep in the hallway?" I asked. There was an awkwardness hanging in the air between us, woven between unanswered questions.
"Yeah," he smiled. "You know this is the second night in a row I've slept on the couch because of you," he teased, nudging my shin with his foot.
"Why did you sleep on the couch?" I asked, stretching out my back.
Harry shrugged, shifting uncomfortably. "Didn't seem right to sleep in bed with you, without your knowledge of it."
