Unwanted Attention

Chapter 18

I woke up the next morning laid on Harry's bed wrapped in the blankets with Harry nowhere to be seen. I looked around the room to see if he was there but he wasn't. I guess he just went to the bathroom or something. I got up out of his bed and looked into the mirror that was hooked onto his closet drawer. My hair was a mess and my mascara was run down my cheeks. I looked like an absolute train wreck.

I grabbed Harry's brush from on top of his desk that was in the right corner of the room, and brushed through my knotted hair. It looked pretty descent after I brushed it and as for my mascara, I have no idea what to do. Harry's a guy so I'm pretty sure he doesn't have eye make-up remover, his sister is in England still so she probably took that with her and I'm too embarrassed to ask Anne.

I walked over to Harry's door and opened it up slightly to peer out. I walked out and scurried to their bathroom to look for something to get this mascara off. I looked around frantically and finally found some eye make-up remover. I quickly rubbed off the remains of mascara and walked out of the bathroom. I walked down the hall and looked into Harry's room to see he still wasn't there. He left me alone at his own house. Weird.

I walked down the stair case and straight into the kitchen that smelt amazing. I saw Louis standing in front of the stove with only boxers on. I couldn't help but admire his toned back. He looked really muscular.

"Anna?" Louis snapped me out of my thought about him.

"I um hi." I said awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked not trying to be rude.

"Long story." I laughed.

"Oh." He laughed along with me.

"So what are you cooking?" I said while looking at his abs.

"Breakfast. I'm now going to put a shirt on so you won't be distracted any longer." He winked.

"Oh shut up. I wasn't distracted." I laughed.

Louis laughed at me and walked up the staircase to go get changed. I have to admit I was kind of distracted. He has a personality of an innocent 19 year old and his personality didn't seem to fit his toned, muscular body with the few tattoos that was on his chest and arms.

When Louis came back down he was now wearing some clothes. He wearing blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt with white stripes going through it and all I could say, was he fit the stripes. I don't know what it is about Louis, maybe his personality but he just fit the stripes. He went back to the stove and took the food to put it onto the set plates on the table.

"I didn't know you where here." He said sounding sorry.

"No, it's okay. I'm alright." I said.

"I can make you something." He replied.

"No, I'm okay Louis but thank you." I knew if I ate right now I'd just chuck it all up. I'm too worried of how Harry will react to me leaving. Oh no. I have to tell Louis as well.

"Louis, I-I have to tell you something..."

"What is it?" He asked.

"I-" I started.

"Hey what smells so good?" I heard Harry's voice from behind me.

I looked behind me to see his beautiful face looking flawless today as his eyes sparkled when he looked at me. He smiled, walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the head. He took his grocery bags that he had just brought in and put the in front of the counter.

Once Harry and ate I asked him to come up to his room. I need to tell him that I'm moving. I felt a lump in my throat form as we both walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. I sat on the bed and patted the spot next to me. Harry sat beside me and I didn't look at him because I knew I would cry.