Beneath Your Beautiful

Chapter 5

"Goodnight, Harry." I smiled unlocking my door. "I thought you were spending the night with me..." He pouted. "But I'm not scared anymore..." I replied, looking into his eyes. "Please?" He asked. "Harry... I need a shower... And I'm really tired... I'm here if you need anything." I argued. "Fine..." He said, kissing my cheek. "Nanite." I smiled. He nodded, and I closed the door. I feel kind of bad about it... But I desperately need a shower. Especially after running around backstage helping all the boys. 5sos included.

I stepped into the warm water, and did my usual washing up. I can't stand going to bed with wet hair, so I did my best to keep the blonde mess dry. When I was done, I slipped on a pair of short pajama shorts, and a sports bra. Carefree Mofo.

*knock knock* "Please don't be a murderer." I whispered under my breath, as I walked to get it. "Hi, Luke!" I smiled, giving him a hug. "What's wrong?" I asked, noticing his face. "Umm... I need some advice, and Lou said you're the person to talk to..." Luke admitted. "C'mon in." I smiled. I took a couple courses while in beauty school, where they taught counseling, so that's my second major. "Tea?" I asked. "Ummm... Yeah. Two sugars?" Luke asked, quietly. I nodded, and made the tea.

"Here." I smiled, handing him the cup. "Thanks." He nodded. "Now what's wrong?" I asked, setting down on the couch across from him. "It's just. I'm not happy. Something's just missing." He said with a frown. "Maybe you need a girlfriend. Louis seems happy, Zayn seems happy." I said, taking a sip of my tea. "I'll try it..." He replied, looking at the ground. "Don't do it because I told you though. Don't break a girl's heart, if you don't genuinely love her first. Do what makes you happy." I explained, patting his knee.

"Thanks, Flore." He smiled. "Anytime!" I smiled, hugging him. He left, and I started the dishes. *knock knock* I groaned, and went for door. "What was that?" Harry asked angrily. "What?" I asked. I honestly didn't know. "Luke?" He asked, coming into the hotel room. He was not asking me this crap. "He asked me for some advice..." I replied, shutting the door and going back to the dishes. "Don't lie to me." He whispered. He did not just. Nope that's it. "WHY WOULD I LIE TO YOU. I BARELY KNOW HIM. AND IM YOUR GIRLFRIEND. THE FACT THAT YOU ARE ACCUSING ME OF LYING HURTS." I yelled, tears in my eyes. I can't believe he just did that. "I'm sorry... I was mad. I was just jealous." He apologized, trying to hug me. "No. If you can't trust me..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I was crying. Full on. I ran to the bedroom, and locked the door. "Flore. I'm sorry." I could tell Harry was crying. I laid on the bed, and ignored him. I hate being called a liar.

*Next Day*

I woke up, and walked outside of my room to get some breakfast, then I noticed Harry laying on the couch, asleep, his cheeks tearstained. I felt guilt wash over me, but quickly dismissed it. I got some cereal, before rushing back into my room.

I got ready, like usual, and put on some yoga shorts, and a different sports bra. I had to work off my feelings. I pulled up my hair,and secured it into a bun. I tied on some trainers, and left the bedroom again. Harry was still asleep so I quietly snuck out, before I followed the signs to the gym.

I unlocked the door, and immediately went to the treadmill. I ran a mile, then I boxed for a bit, before finishing up by lifting weights. "Hey." Niall smiled, walking into the gym room thing. "Hi." I smiled, making sure not to lose count in my head. "Woah... You bench more then Harry!" Niall laughed, starting up the treadmill. I smiled, but the mention of Harry made me extremely guilty. "99...100." I sighed, putting down the weights, and getting up. "Bye, Niall." I smiled, giving him a wave. I started to go back to my room when I was stopped by Lou. "What happened last night? I heard yelling." Lou asked, sitting me down on the conveniently placed bench. "Umm... Harry and I got in a bit of a fight." I admitted. "Over what?" Lou asked again. "Luke... He, uh came over last night, and asked for some advice... And Harry was uhh jealous, and called me a liar. He thought we did stuff..." I said looking at my bright blue trainers. "Where is he?" She was going to keep questioning me so I'll explain it all. "After he yelled at me, I ran into the bedroom, and locked myself inside. Then this morning, he was still on the couch, so I came down here to let out my feelings."I rushed. "I'm here. If you need me." She smiled. I nodded, and stood up. "Give him another chance though... He loves you, Flore." She was completely serious. Her voice, the look she gave me. Everything. She wasn't mad at me, just disappointed.

I unlocked the door, and walked inside. Harry was still asleep. I walked over, and bent down, so I was level with him. "Harry?" I asked, poking his butterfly tattoo. "Harry Haaaaaaarrrryyyy." I sang. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked. He already had tears in his eyes. I didn't say anything for a while, just looked into his eyes. "Harry I-" I cut myself off by smashing our lips together. "I was stupid." Harry said pulling away. "You're always stupid." I laughed, as he pulled my ontop of him on the couch. He connected our lips together, before we were interrupted by a knock. Harry cursed under his breath. "I got it." I whispered.

"Hey Luke! How's it going?" I smiled. "Very well. Thanks alot for your advice. You're the best!" Luke smiled, giving me a hug. Luke and I have gotten real close, and he's a really good friend "Well, I've got to get back to Harry." I said. Luke raised an eyebrow. "Dirty boy." I laughed, before closing the door. "Where were we?" I asked, walking back to the couch."What ever! You know." He laughed. *knock knock* "Ugh!" Harry and I both sighed, and I got up again. "Hey, Louis!" I smiled. "Is Harry in there?" He asked. "Yeah. He's fine." I said. Louis nodded. "Would you two like to go eat lunch?" Louis asked. I looked at Harry and he gave me a thumbs up. "Sound good, Louis." I smiled.

I couldn't decide on what to wear. I mean... The other boys were going, and it's just lunch, but I kinda want to impress Harry... I flipped through my closet. Finally, I pieced together an outfit. My black and grey Ramones shirt, black skinny jeans, black vans, and an over sized grey beanie. I skipped out of my room. "You're still in your boxers, Harold." I smiled, poking his tum. He smiled at me. "I think I'm just going to go to lunch like this." He laughed. "I'm sure the fans will love that!" I laughed too, giving him a hug. He kissed my cheek, and went into my bathroom. "IM GOING TO SMELL SO NICE!" I heard him yell, which made me laugh so hard, I fell off the couch.

"Ready to go, weirdo?" I smiled, ruffling his hair. "Hey. I'm not a weirdo.... And yes." He pouted. "Aww! I'm so sorry, babe. What could I do to say I'm sorry?" I asked, as we walked down the hall. "Give me a kiss, and then go work out with me when we get back." He smiled. I gave him a kiss. "I already worked out today." I pouted. "Fine... Spend the night with me." He smiled back. "No prob." I laughed.

"I see you two made up." Lou smiled. Harry put his arm as we nodded. "Yup." I smiled. "Ready to go?" Louis asked. Everyone nodded, and we piled in the giant van limo thing.