The Story of Our Song ||Laylor||

Chapter 8: Uм...Gυуѕ?

-Louis-

Harry turns to face me. "What the heck was that?" He asks. I avoid eye contact with him and shrug my shoulders. "Don't play dumb with me, Lou. I thought you had Eleanor?" He says. I bite my cheek to hold back emotion from him mentioning El's name.

"S-she broke u-up with me." I say. "So what? Your hooking up with every girl you know to keep the pain at ease?!" Harry says, his voice getting louder.

"I wasn't hooking up with her! And your sure not trying to make me feel better after the girl I loved just broke up with me 4 days ago!" I say, getting mad at his lack of sympathy for me. "Well, you can't blame me when I walk into your apartment to see you wrapped up in a girl that was not your girlfriend!" He says, throwing his arms in the air.

I shake my head at him. "I can't believe you Harry. Don't you know me better than to think I would cheat on my girlfriend, who's not even my girlfriend anymore?!" I say. "Okay, I'm sorry! But how did Taylor get here? And where's she staying? I thought she was in America for awhile." Harry says confused.

I gulp, knowing the answers to these questions won't end well. "Tay volunteered to fly out here to be with me for two weeks to help me get over El." I say, purposely not answering the question about where she is staying. "Where's she staying? In a hotel?" Harry asks. I stare at the wall next to us and take a deep breath before answering. "She's staying with me." I say, still avoiding looking at Harry.

"She's staying with you?! As in here?! As in your apartment?!" He shouts at me. I flinch back a little but nod. Harry chuckles. "Lou, I thought you were better than this. Maybe the reason El broke up with you is because you are a womanizer!" Harry says accusingly.

I can't hold back the tears anymore. I crumple to the floor and hide my face in my knees. I let myself cry. He called me a womanizer. I'm not a womanizer. He's supposed to be my best friend.

"Now your crying?! Don't you think Eleanor is the one who should be crying, since she was the one who was with the womanizer?!" Harry says, taking a step closer to me.

I scoot away from him, but my back hits the wall. I whimper and hide my face again. "Look at you, despicable! You can't even own up to it, you know it's true! You are just a sissy and you know it!" I see him swing his foot back and it hits my ribcage.

I try and call out for help, but Harry just kicks my stomach harder. "Go on, cry for your poor little Taylor. I'm sure she will come to your rescue!" He says and bends down to push me back up against the wall.

"Because everyone wants Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis..."

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I wake up, gasping. I see Taylor standing over me, shaking my shoulder. "Louis, Louis, Lou, wake up!" She says. "Oh thank god, Tay." I say and wrap my arms around her. She sits back onto the couch and keeps her arms around me. I just need to be held right now.

"Shh, Lou, it was only a dream." She says, stroking my hair. I bite my cheek to stop myself from crying from remembering the dream I had just encountered.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Taylor asks. I shake my head no and she nods, being the understanding person she is. "Do you want to move to our bedrooms?" Taylor asks. I nod and she walks me into my room. I get into my bed and she walks over to me, making sure I'm alright, before stroking the hair off of my forehead.

"Goodnight Lou." She says, before turning around and turning off the light.

"Wait, Tay?" I ask. No, Louis, what are you doing? "Will you stay with me? Please?" I ask. No, what do you think you are doing. Why? Why are you doing this?