The Pretty Little One

Chapter 13: Tick Tock

Harry's P.O.V.

I had to do something, I felt terrible for telling Louis. No matter how much I hated Maura-Beth, Louis still had no right to go and sprain her wrist! But, then again, Lou doesn't know his own strength, he didn't know what he was doing.

I walked down the hallway in the hotel that Maura had rented out for three months, her and Lou both were staying in it.

I began knocking on the door, my hands clamped up, hoping that Lou wouldn't yell, or be upset or anything. I hate it when he's upset.

"Yes?" Louis said as he peaked out of the door. "Louis can I talk to you?" I said. He opened the door a little wider and let me in.

We sat down on the blue wrap around couch and I began talking.

"Niall told me what you did to Maura." I said, as I continued to look down at my hands. "What? All I did was yell at her and she ran out? I haven't talked to her since." He said.

Louis' phone began beeping, I looked at who texted him, and it was Fizzy.

"I didn't hurt her that bad did I?" Louis asked me as he looked up from his phone. 

"Lou, you sprained her wrist." I said. He nodded his head then began texting again. "You okay, Lou?" I asked him after he grew quiet for a few minutes. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said. "I'm done with Maura. I'm not going back to her. She cheated on me for three years. I'm done." 

Louis got up and walked over to the frige and pulled out a water bottle. 

"I'm still willing to be friends with her, I'll apologize for her wrist, but I'm not going to date her again. Ever. She hurt me too bad, Haz." he said then began chugging the water. 

"I understand." I said, then got up to go back to Janna and Niall's. We were going to go see Carla at the hospital. 

"What, did Maura send you here?" He asked me, with anger in his voice. 

"Yes, Louis she did. Now I'm going to go tell her that she screwed up way too much." Louis nodded his head, not sure to be mad, upset, or okay with the whole thing. 

"Where are you going?" He asked. Not wanting to be stuck in the hotel room that him and his ex-girlfriend shared. 

"To go see Carla. Wanna come?" I asked him. He nodded his head, grabbed his jean-jacket and we were on our way to Janna's. 

JANNA'S P.O.V.

"And then," I started laughing uncontrolably again. I was telling a story, along with Diana, Carla and Sara's mom, about a time when we tricked Sara into wearing a white t-shirt, without a bra and salami instead of a bra to the grocery store. 

"The neighbor kid dumped a bucket of water on her, and the wig fell right of and the ducks went EVERYWHERE!" Jake said, and after he said that Niall and Liam totaly lost it. 

"Calm down guys, it wasn't that funny." Sara said, even her boyfriend Peter was laughing. 

"Of corse it wasn't Sara beara." He said, calling her by her nickname that made Carla and I cringe as if we just smelled rotten milk. 

Carla had just gotten out of critical condition and so we were all visiting her, her mom even came to town. I've known Carla and her mother since I was five years old, and you know how your really close friends might call your parents mom/dad? Not me. I call her Ms. Zubek. 

Zubek is Carla's mom's maiden name. Carla's parents got a divorce when Carla was younger, she never really sees her dad anymore. 

Carla seemed so much better.