Call Me Hopeless, But Not Romantic; h.styles

Chapter 15

"There you are!" Louis exclaimed after seeing me step into the kitchen off of the last stair. Harry was close on my heals and closed the door to his room after stepping up behind me. "What the hell were you doing down there that took you so long?"

"Lou! Don't embarrass her," Marina scolded, "It's not polite to ask such an intimate question. Didn't your mother ever teach you simple manners?" she rhetorically questioned.

"Hey! Don't bring my mother into this. She was a wonderful woman, rest her beautiful soul." I was shocked; thrown out of whack for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"Your mum isn't dead, mate. Don't be such a drama queen," Harry countered moving from behind my stopped body. He grabbed a clear glass and a bottle of ibuprofen out of the cupboard next to the sink. I was still quiet, not quite sure how to recover from thinking Louis' mother was actually dead. I guess I should've known better. He is the prankster of the group after all...

"Anyway, Louis, that is just one of those things you never ask someone; along with how old they are, how much they weigh, how many people they've slept with, and how much money they make. If you ask someone any of those questions, then you may as well be asking for a punch or a slap to the face." Marina added on, apparently feeling the need to finish her thought.

"Oh, yeah? Well, how many people have you slept with, little miss perfect?" I could tell Louis was feeling hyper. I hadn't yet decided if it would be fun or if it would get us all into trouble.

"That--" Marina started but was cut off.

"Is none of your damn business because I am the only one that counts anyway." Zayn walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of low slung sweatpants. His lack of a shirt displayed his galley of body art. His right arm was nearly covered in a whole sleeve of tattoos with several others scattered across the expanse of his torso. He smacked Louis upside the back of his head and wrapped his arms around Marina who was sitting on the bar stool next to Louis. Zayn planted a kiss to his girlfriend's bare shoulder. She smiled and turned her head to press her lips to his.

"No but seriously. What was taking you so long?" Marina pushed this time after pulling away from her kiss with Zayn. She seemed to have forgotten about her little quip at Louis about inappropriate questions.

"It's simple," Zayn said, "They were bumping uglies. Now leave the poor kids alone and quit pestering them." Everyone busted into laughter; everyone except me and Harry. We shared a distraught look of wide eyed panic.

"Um. No. We did not bump uglies," I cringed at the crude name.

"Whatever the hell that's even supposed to mean," Harry scoffed and took a sip of the glass of water he had been nursing for the entirety of the conversation.

"Zayn is implying that you fucked Addie." Louis held nothing back and Harry choked on his water, coughing after he eventually managed to swallow it.

"Yeah, but like I said, that did not happen nor would it ever so can we just drop it, please?" I'll be the first to admit that I sounded like a bitch but I was starting to feel kind of awkward with a group of people taking about me and Harry in that sort of way. I wasn't sure if we were going to be able to even be friends so it seemed like it was pushing it, taking about us having sex.

I turned and grabbed the pill bottle Harry had left sitting on the counter. Opening the lid, I popped two tablets of ibuprofen into my mouth. I didn't bother getting a glass of water; I turned back around and grabbed the one out of Harry's hand and downed the rest of it. Before handing the glass back to him I refilled.

"Thanks," he muttered sarcastically, eyeing the cup.

"I don't have cooties, you know," I said, trying to lighten up the mood. Everyone had straight faces; the ambiance had changed quickly. "Geez, guys. I asked if we could quit talking about me and Harry not if we could shut up all together."