Hostage

Chapter 34- Standing Up For Yourself

Reagan POV

When I woke up a couple of hours later, my body hurt, mostly because of the hard surface that my back had been pressed up against an hour prior. But, I had the biggest smile on my face. That's not at all what I was expecting between Louis and me. To say that it was uncomfortable was an understatement, but I didn't regret a second of it.

"My foot is in a bowl, Reagan."

"Yeah, well my head is on a spoon. We could just stop."

"You and I both know that's not going to happen."

Obviously he missed me like I missed him, and we can now work things out. Even though we had only been broken up for a week, it felt like an eternity. But, it feel amazing to know that we're on the same page.

"Louis. Babe, you're gonna knock the dishes off of the counter."

"Trust me. When Niall finds out what's happening in his kitchen right now, he'll burn it himself."

All the hateful comments that he had said to me previously meant nothing now. I knew he didn't mean them. He just said it because he was hurt. Rolling over, I noticed that I was back in my bed.

"Lou, we're never gonna eat in here again."

"Speak for yourself, babe."

Louis and I had fallen asleep on the couch. When did I get back in my room? And, why was I in my room and not his? I sat up and noticed that my clothes had changed too. Before we had fallen asleep, I had put Louis's shirt on. Now, I was back in my shirt and shorts. What is going on?

When I got out of bed, I walked out of my room, and went to look for Louis. He was sitting on the couch eating fruit snacks when I found him. A Breaking Bad rerun was on. I honestly didn't get the hype over this show. I just couldn't get into it. But, Louis was into it, and he didn't even look up when I walked in.

"Louis?"

He turned to me, nodded once, and turned back to the tv. Um, rude? Not waiting for an invitation, I sat beside him on the couch.

"Louis?"

"What?” he asked, eyes still on the tv.

Yeah right. I'm not going to be ignored. I grabbed the remote out of his hand and quickly turned it off before he could protest.

"Bloody hell. Can I help you?"

"Yes, you can", I told him, "We need to talk about what happened this afternoon."

He rolled his eyes and put his feet on the coffee table.

"No, we don't."

"Lou, we had-."

"Sex. Yeah, it's not a big deal, Reagan."

"Yes, it is! I don't just sleep with random people!"

"First of all, I'm not a random person. I'm your ex. Secondly, what did you think would happen here, Reagan? We would sleep together and then I would forget why we broke up and want you again?"

I didn't bother answering, knowing he already knew the answer. Now, I just felt dumb. He didn't feel the same. He didn't return my feelings. Earlier meant nothing to him.

"Sorry", he said, "It was amazing, I'll give you that. And, I'll be honest, I've missed it. But, I don't miss you. It was just sex. That's it. I still hate you, and this afternoon didn't change anything."

He stood up and looked down at me. Wow. I knew he disliked me, but 'hate' was a really strong word. I didn't know it was that bad. Before I had a chance to respond, a red-faced Harry came rushing through the front door. '