Change of Plans

Chapter 4-b

"Uh, I suppose so. If that's what you want, Louis."

"Thanks mate."

I put on a smile until he left to speak more with the boys, then it quickly faded. I put what Louis had just told me straight out of my head. No matter what he had just said, I knew in some way, shape, or form, it was because of me. Because he was embarrassed of me.

I hurried into the bathroom and began rummaging through the cabinet, searching for a thermometer. I took out a bin of medicines and bandages, then found the box of disposable thermometers, which I unwrapped and put underneath my tongue.

While I waited for it to take my temperature I studied my reflection in the mirror. I looked terribly awful. There were dark circles underneath my eyes and I was pale as hell except my flushed cheeks, and my red, irritated nose. I looked and felt like death. But enough about that, it didn't matter.

I slipped the thermometer out of my mouth. 101.2 degrees. I groaned, throwing the plastic into the trash. It wasn't getting any better. Oh well.

I trudged back into the living room to where the rest of the lads sat. They instantly stopped talking when I approached, staring up at me with wide eyes.

"Harry, are you alright?" Liam asked, looking undoubtedly concerned.

My gaze kept focused on the ground. "M'fine, Li. Just gonna go back up to bed I think."

"Kay, maybe we can hang out tomorrow. That is if you feel up to it," Zayn said.

"Feel better, mate," Niall frowned.

"Thanks boys. Sorry if I ruined anything. See you later," I said beginning to climb the stairs and still making meek eye contact.

Louis said nothing. He just sat there and stared.

I got back up to my room, the bed still unmade. I threw off all my clothes, as they made me feel even more feverish than I aleady was, and climbed underneath the covers. They were nice and cool and made feel a bit better and before I knew, I was dozing off.

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I had barely fallen asleep when I heard my bedroom door open and quietly close shut. Still not deciding to see who was there, I felt the bed dip next to me, and a warm body come up behind where I lay.

"Hey."

It was Louis.

"Hi, Lou," I rasped.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine Louis. You don't need to worry anymore. I can take care of myself. Can you please go. I don't really feel like talking."

"Haz, is this about what I said about not telling anyone?"

"No," I lied.

"Yes it is. I know it is. I um wanted to come and talk to you about it...alone. Niall, Liam and Zayn went  out."

I sat up and turned toward him, intently. Okay, maybe I did want to talk, but that was besides the point.

"So tell me."

"Ok," he sucked in a deep breath. "The reason I uh, didn't really want to discuss what happened last night with the boys is um because..." he paused and locked his eyes on mine. "We need to talk about our relationship. You and me. Cause you kinda did something last night that made me question the way I feel about you," he looked down at his lap and his cheeks flushed.

"What did I do?" I asked quietly, afraid he was mad about something I had done unconciously while alcohol controlled my brain.

But before I knew what he was doing, he was leaning in extremely close, and soon enough his lips made contact with my own.

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Quick update cause I know, it's been a month blah blah blah... I doubt anyone is even consistently reading this, but whatever. Here it is