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Fight For You Chapter 33

Fight For You Chapter 33

Brooke's Pov:

A loud high pitch beeping sound had awaken me from my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes to a dark room. I stayed flat on my back as my hands reached over to my phone. It took awhile because it was so dark in here but I eventually found my phone. I clicked the home button and the bright light if my phone lit up and shined in my eyes. My eyes closed shut then reopened before adjusting to the light. It was one o'clock in the morning and I had a text message from Johnny and one from Harry. I didn't bother checking the messages and instead I set my phone down and stood up. My feet hit the soft carpet; I wiggled my toes through the soft fabric before I walked to my door and quietly opened it.

The T.V. was softly playing in the background down stairs and soft snores filled the room. I walked out of my door and quietly closed it behind me then, I tip toed down the hallway and down the stairs as quietly as I can so I would not disturb who ever was sleeping. On the couch, a figure was sprawled out across it and I figured it was Louis. His head was thrown back on the arm rest with his mouth open and drool at the corner of his lips, his eyes were shut closed and his hair was sticking up in many places.

My feet wandered past him and into the kitchen- to make myself some tea. I grabbed a teapot from under the kitchen island and filled it with water. I placed it on the stove, turned the stove on, and waited for the water to boil. My short arms couldn't reach where the mugs were so I stood on my nicely painted tippy toes and grabbed a glass mug from the cabinet. I set it down on the counter and walked to the food pantry to grab the Yorkshire Tea. I placed the tea bag in the mug before I jumped on the counter and waited for the water to boil.

I sighed in boredom and looked around the area before watching the T.V. through the open doorway. A phone rung in the living room which startled Louis awake and for him to jump from the couch and curse under his breath as he hit his head on the table. I held in my laughter by covering my mouth at the funny scene that unfolded in front of me. I jumped off the counter and peaked around the door. He sat up and looked for his phone as it rung loudly. He rubbed his head as he found it and answered.

"Hello?" he asked, clearly annoyed but confused to who was calling at this time. "Gemma!?" he seemed surprised. "How'd you get my number?" he asked. "Ah... that makes sense but why you would take it from Harry?" His lips met out a small, tired chuckle. "Why are you calling at this time of night?" he asked. "About Brooke?" he questioned. I furrowed my eyebrows and continued to listen. "What about her?" he asked. He stood up from the couch and crossed his arms as he held the phone in one hand. His lean, muscular back was facing me and I was glad he couldn't see me. I would be so embarrassed if he caught me. If he were to turn slightly to the right he would notice me and I would not be able to hear what he has to say about me.

His white shirt clung to his body and you can see the outline of his back and his black basketball shorts hung loose around his hips. His hair was a little messy and disheveled from just waking up but he would continuously run his fingers through his hands to fix it.

He sighed and shook his head to himself. "Gemma, I'm not going to discuss this right now," he said. "In case you haven't notice but it is one in the morning and I am really tired." I silently pleaded that Gemma would argue with him so I can finally know what he thinks of me. "Okay! Fine I'll tell you," he muttered. "Is what true?" he asked. "That I love her?" he questioned. "Where would you hear that from?" he awkwardly asked with a fake laugh. "Oh..." he mumbled. "Gemma..." he began. "Me and Brooke are close. Like best friend close and well you know Harry. He doesn't like it," he said into the phone. "And you know he didn't take it well last time when you set us up or how I confessed to him," he said. I groaned in annoyance because he wouldn't just say what he wanted Gemma to say. "Alright! Fine if you want me to say it. I am hopelessly in-" he was cut of with me being clumsy and with the smallest wrong move, I knocked over the pots and pans. They went crashing I the ground making loud and obnoxious noises. I franticly tried picking them up but they kept falling and creating more sounds.