Just Hold On [l.t] *ON HOLD*

Eight

The bed sheets where spotless white, and the fresh breeze of cold air smacked against my face as I awoke. The sound of baby birds where heard from outside of the window, and I could smell something excellent. Louis wasn't beside me like I hoped, which meant he was downstairs somewhere.

I stood up and shivered, realizing how freezing I actually was, for I was wearing tiny maroon shorts, and a purple tank top. I grabbed my leather jacket out from the closet and wrapped it around myself.

I tip-toed down the creaking stairs, hoping to see Louis. I was slightly shocked to find Harry lying in the couch. I thought he had returned home after being at our house for a while. But obviously not.

"Harry," I poked his stomach and made him flinch, "Mr. Curly hair? Why are you still here?"

"Oh," He let out a yawn, "Sorry, I was too tired to drive home last night."

"How where you tired? You where so hyper last night, and you barely did anything to exhaust you."

"Right. The fumes you where putting into my hair where making me tired," He forced a smile sarcastically.

"Come on Harry," I playfully slapped his shoulder, "First off, I only gave you a hair cut. And it's fine that you stayed the night. I'm not complaining. I'm just a talkative person sometimes."

"Did you guys do i-"

"Harry, Louis is in the other room!" I whispered quite loudly, "And no.. he's not ready for that type of commitment yet."

"You aren't going to like what I have to say next," He slowly pulled out his phone, ready to show me something that I obviously wasn't ready to see, "Read this."

I read it aloud, "Harry Styles and Ivory James more than friends?" Reading the headline made me want to crush his phone, "Yesterday at 2:14 p.m in Beverly East Yorkshire, Harry Styles and Ivory James where seen holding hands along the streets. This has to mean Louis Tomlinson's amnesia has gotten the best of Ivory, and she has broken up with him. We can only hope for the best of Louis, and hope he can still be friends with his bandmate."

"I told you, you weren't going to like it," He bit his lips anxiously and I quickly widened my eyes and gasped.

"This is stupid! The way they manipulate people like that. I'm literally going to puke in my mouth by how disgusted I am by this," I folded my arms dramatically, "We always hold hands. We're best friends god dammit."

"I guess some best friends don't hold hands," He giggled and placed his hand on top of mine, "It's all good. You just need to be seen with Louis in public, kissing and touching."

"You're right. Let's go eat breakfast first, then I'll convince Lou to go out with me."

I walked into the kitchen, Harry trampling behind me like a tall hedgehog. Louis was my small hedgehog, and it was really adorable.

"Good morning love, I made you breakfast," He gave me a very cute smile, and brought a plate to the dinner table, along with a rose in a vase, "And.. I guess Harry as well."

"Aw Louis, you're so sweet!"

"Yeah Louis you're so sweet," Harry repeated what I said and sat next to me sloppily.