Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Twenty Nine

Lauren's POV*

"Ellie. Ellie Goulding." Harry tells me looking incredibly guilty.

I almost feel bad for guilting the information out of him, but I don't plan on telling anyone anyways.

"Ellie?" I ask confused.

The blonde singer? What the hell? I've met Ellie before, she has always seemed nice. Even Serena had met Ellie.

"Before you say anything Lauren, listen to me." Harry says quickly, which surprises me because he normally talks so slow and carefully. "Ellie is no threat to Serena or Niall."

"How? How could you say she's not a threat?" Is he really that naive? I know Harry always tries to see the good in people, but this is different.

"Lauren..." Harry runs both his hands through his hair and tugs at the roots, he looks like he's having some kind of internal battle. "I can't say but I promise she is no threat. They are friends and that's all."

I sit quiet for a minute and look at the fireplace in front of the couch we are sitting at. There are two large windows on the sides of the fireplace, and you can see the sun is setting. The sky looks beautiful. I can't help but wonder why anyone would need a fire place in Florida. It seems a little out of place in this hotel.

"What are you thinking?" Harry's voice brings me from my thoughts and I look back at him. He's frowning at me. I'm not thinking anything important.

"I don't see how she isn't a threat but I guess I respect your decision not to tell me everything you know." I glance down at my phone screen to check the time.

"I am telling you everything..." Harry lies so unconvincingly I almost laugh.

"You are shit at lying Styles." I raise an eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes at me, shaking his head slightly.

"I'm sorry." Is all Harry says.

I can't help but feel disappointed. He really isn't going to tell me? Part of me admires his loyalty, but the other part of me is pissed and wants him to be untrustworthy.

"It's fine." I tell him, standing up from the couch and adjusting my tank top.

"Where are you going?" He stands up, towering over me like usual.

"To take a cold shower. I'm sweaty and too hot." I tell him and start walking towards the bathroom.

I'm aware of him following behind me. When I reach the bathroom I flip on the light switch and walk towards the shower. Harry stands in the doorway.

"You don't think you're showering with me do you?" I ask Harry and he shrugs at me. "Wait for Lou to come back with the aloe." I tell him and he pouts, giving me a face and I roll my eyes.

"I don't want you to touch me anyways. I'm so sunburnt Harry my clothing hurts where it touches my skin." I tell him and he nods understanding that I am in pain.

"Some day you will run out of excuses and you will have to let me fuck you Lauren." He winks at me and grabs the door knob, pulling the door and closing it lightly as he leaves.

I'm sure my mouth is popped open, but I quickly shut it. I should be used to Harry's small cheeky comments, but I still get caught off guard. It's not like he constantly says things like this, but when he does I will admit it makes me want to jump him right then and there. The only thing holding me back is the itchy, hot feeling of my sun burn; and that's enough to turn me off.

I undress carefully, and turn on the water so that it is cold, but not too cold. I step in and immediately sit on the floor, letting my forehead rest against my knees. The water cascades down my back, arms, and legs and I try to devise a plan.