Jealousy

Louis had been my best friend ever since we met in high school. It was introduction day and we were gathered with 15 other students in a small classroom. I was standing with a girl who had been talking my ears off when I had heard him, joking and laughing with some boys. I had looked at him out of curiosity and his eyes had met mine before he smiled widely. The next day I had somehow seemed to distance myself from the annoying girl and was sitting alone when Louis had nearly thrown his school bag at me before sitting down next to me and introducing himself. We had been best friends ever since.

I supported him auditioning for X-Factor the first time and forced him to go back the second time, and boy did he make it alright. I couldn't have been more proud of him, and he introduced me to Harry after the first live show and we connected instantly. I remember Louis being annoyed by it but he was too nice to say something about it. He thought Harry had been too young for me at the time, to which I had rolled my eyes. Two years isn't a big age difference, I had told him.

He was headstrong, I'll give him that. He didn't talk to the both of us for a few days but gave in when I went to talk to him. He apologized and life went on, my best friend on one side and my boyfriend on the other. Harry and I broke up a few times in the 5 years we had been together and every time Louis had been there to pick me up, to go after Harry and eventually reunite us again. Harry had issues with controlling his jealousy sometimes, but I didn't really mind, I thought it was kind of sweet. Louis on the other hand hated it and thought he got too possessive at times.

I heard a honk outside of my flat and cursed under my breath. He was early. Louis is always late so I had planned around him being late. I threw down the rest of my tea and fetched my coat hanging from the kitchen chair and grabbed my bag. Harry came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair dripping. 'Where are you going?' he frowned playfully, grabbing my hips to pull me towards him. I smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss, 'I'm going out with Louis.'

He pouted, his lips looking really pink and soft. 'What about me?' I placed my hands against the sides of his face. 'You'll have me the entire evening and night, promise.' He wiggled his eyebrows and I threw my head back laughing. 'Don't smoke too much okay?' he sighed, tracing my lips with his thumb. I used to smoke but I quit when Harry and I started dating. It bothered him but I couldn't stone cold quit so we made a rule, I can only smoke when I'm with Louis. 'I promise,' I murmured and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose when Louis honked again, three times this time. 'He's impatient isn't he?' Harry snickered. I put on my coat and rushed outside, yelling an "I love you" before slamming the door close behind me.

Louis smiled brightly as ever when I opened the door. 'Finally, I was beginning to wonder if Harry went into caveman mode again.' His voice sounded a little raspy from the smoking, added to the additional strain from all the shows and promo he had been doing lately. 'He's not going to go into caveman mode until I get back tonight Lou.' He didn't seem to find my joke as funny as I thought it was because he didn't laugh. He just kept staring out of the window and clenched his fists around the steering wheel. It was tense in the car for a while before he turned on the radio. 'So', I started, 'what are we going to do today?'

His cheeks flushed a bit and his hand went to the nape of his neck. 'I was wondering if you would like to listen to and help me with some songs I'm working on for the new album?' I gasped softly. 'Oh yeah sure, I would love to.' Louis was very private about his music and with the previous albums he had only played a handful of songs for me, before they were recorded anyways.

'Cool,' he murmured before turning up the radio. I stared at the tattoo on his arm for a bit before shifting my gaze back on the road. Louis was my first crush, before I had met Harry, but I never told him and I wasn't planning on doing so. Louis has always been popular with the ladies so to speak, and I never really got on very well with his girlfriends, until I starting seeing Harry. Entering his house I got the familiar feeling of a second home, like the feeling you get when you go to your grandparent's house or your best friend's. Louis being Louis threw his jacket on the ground and got rid of his vans, motioning for me to do the same. I picked up his jacket and shoes and put them in the closet, taking my shoes and coat off as well.