Only with You (Stuck with You 2)

Chapter Four: We Tell Our Story

"Harry... Where are we going?"

"I need somewhere to think."

Wishing I could get out of these clothes. Get something to eat and, I don't know, just take a breather.

We hear voices coming up the hall behind us. Looking at Harry, he looked at me then around. His eyes widened, he pulling me over to a door he turns the knob, opening it, he let out a breath. Shutting the door behind us; hiding us in the dark.

I can hear Harry moving, a light pops out of the dark as Harry hold his phone up. He was looking around, but I just look at him. He then looks at me. We look into each other's eyes. Words could not tell how much my stomach turns and twists in this moment. Voices outside the door grew louder. Lifting my eyebrows, he lifted a finger signing to be quite. Soon the voice fade.

Our fingers found themselves, holding on like we would disappear.

One hand he holds up his phone, the other holds my hand. And somehow I felt lost but in a way that was good. Like, I was meet to be here right in the moment with him. No matter how much of a mess this was, the trouble we were in. I smiled at him.

"What?" He asked.

"We're in so much trouble!" I giggled

Harry smiled at me.

"I know."Then he kissed me.

Five minutes later, sneaking down the hall, we head for Louis room. Hoping he wouldn't want to kill us for all of this. Knocking, a noise can from the other side of the door.

A dark brown haired guy opened the door.

"Come in." He said, stepping aside.

"Don' tell..." Harry started to say.

"I'm going to be in here." He points to a door and disappeared leaving us alone.

Harry pulls me to a couch; I sit. He sits next to me. Bent over with his hands in his face. Placing my hand on his back I pull him towards me. He turns laying his head down in my lap, closing his eyes. Without realizing it, my fingers were playing with his hair. A dark brown that has a wave to it. He seemed like he was thinking. I wish he would talk. I'd like to know what he was thinking, really thinking. Was he wanting to take it back? An undo?

He opened his eyes catching me watching his. A smile played on his lips.

I let my eyes hang for a moment longer before looking away hiding my blush.

"Were you...." he stared.

"Oh zip it."

A full smile now danced on his face. Reaching for my free hand he takes it. This made me look back down. He held onto it like I may leave.

"Harry... I'm not going anywhere."

He didn't say anything.

My fingers still played with his hair as we just took in the quite.

The question burned, about to explode.

"What are we going to do?"

Looking across the room I felt him watch me. Letting my eyes drift down they locked onto his.

"We tell our story."

"What?"

"The only way to take care of a lie is, to tell the truth."

My hand had stopped moving but it was still in his hair.

"You think that will work?"

"It's the only thing I can think of doing."

We've been sitting here for about an hour. And this is what he wants. Not to toss the towel in on us but tell our story. The corner of my mouth tugged; a smile daring to come out.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He gives me a look; telling me to tell him.

"I thought...."

There was a bang from the room that Louis went into. We sat up, looking at the door. Soft voices could be heard from the room.

The door flew opened. My eyes widen. Shannon! The last person I would ever expect to see, yet the person I want to see most. Mixed feelings played.

"See I told you they were still here." Louis said stepping out from behind her. Looking between them. My mouth filled open a bit.

"Shannon?"