I Loved You First

Chapter 6

Louis POV

"Are you alright, mate," Harry asked me. Am I alright? Do I look like I'm alright? I just saw Elizabeth kiss Harry! Hell no I'm not alright.

"I'm fine, Harry," I responded as calmly as I could. I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door and locked in. I leaned back on the closed door and slid down and hugged my knees to my chest and began to cry. Then Harry started to knock.

"Lou, I know you're crying, open up."

"Go away, Harry. I want to be alone." The knocking stopped and Harry didn't speak anymore, I guess he left.

I stopped crying about an hour later because I had no more water in my body to cry. I got up from the floor and into my bed. I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand; 9:32 pm. I set my alarm for 7:30 am and drifted off to sleep.

Harry POV

Something is definitely going on with Louis. I mean, you'd have to be an idiot if you thought there wasn't! And don't think I don't know what it's about. Louis is going to have to accept the fact that I deserve love too and he can't be mad at me about that. I really like Elizabeth and plus she's REALLY hot.

I walked to the kitchen of our dorm after unsuccessfully trying to get Louis to come out. I put some hot water on the burner of the stovetop and got out a teabag from the overhead cabinet. Tea always has relaxed me ever since I was little and I mum would give it to me when I couldn't sleep. That reminds me of Lou's solo in Little Things.

"You can't go to bed without a cup of tea," I sang to myself and chuckled at the end. The tea kettle started to whistle, so I turned off the burner and grabbed my black mug from the dish washer. I poured some of the steaming water from the kettle into my mug and dipped the teabag into it, tugging on it every few seconds.

When the teabag was no longer usuable, I threw it into the wastebasket and sat down at the two person table with my tea in hand. I slowly drank the warm liquid, letting it run down my throat and warm my insides. The tea reminded me of Elizabeth, how she always made me warm inside when I saw her. Even the slightest thought of her gave me butterflies.

I chuckled to myself at how cliché I'm being right now. I ran my fingers through my curls then shook my head to put them in their previous places. I finished my tea and put my mug in the sink.

I began feeling drowsy so I prepared myself for bed, you know the usual mediocre routine that almost everybody does, and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and thought about Elizabeth. I'm sure that I probably fell asleep with a smile on my face.