Patch Our Hearts

Chapter 22

Louis' P.O.V.

I pulled out my ear piece and grabbed a bottled water from a near-by table. Unscrewing the cap, I gulped down half they bottle.

"Woah Louis," Ryder joked as we walked to our dressing room. Once we were inside, I noticed Harry was already there, and that there was no Nolan.

"Where's Nolan?" I asked, but all I received were shrugs as everyone changed to their sweats.

"Then I'll go find him," I mumbled to myself, leaving the room.

I walked out onto the set and spotted Nolan at the set we just sang on. Making my way over to him, I noticed he was staring at the crate.

Weird. I thought as I approached him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

Nolan didn't even turn, and I recognized Harry's ringtone.

"There you are lad! What's with Harry's phone?" I asked, leaning over to see the ID.

"Who in the bloody hell is Jennifer?" Nolan mumbled under his breath, anger in every word.

I looked behind us, checking if anyone was behind us, "I don't know."

"Answer it," I said, nodding my head towards the device.

Nolan reached out slowly, his hand shaking as he picked up Harry's phone. Pressing the green answer button he brought the phone to his ear.

"Sound British," I reminded him, suddenly remembering his Irish accent. I tilted my head close to Nolan's so I could hear the conversation.

"Hello, Harry?" An unfamiliarity eager voice came form across the line. "It's Jenny."

Nolan took in a sharp breath, "Hi Jenny."

Pressing my lips together, I tried to ignore the fact that Nolan sucked at British accents. Nolan swatted me away, mouthing for me to shut up.

"Is your voice okay?" Jenny asked, sounding worried.

"Cold," Nolan coughed on command.

"Get better! So... I'm in London tomorrow night, do you want to meet up? The usual place?" She asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

Nolan and I both shot each other a look. This had escalated too fucking quickly.

"Sure..." Nolan replied, and Jennifer said her goodbyes before hanging up.

"What the hell?" I said after the call, anger boiling out of me.

Nolan stood there, speechless. We just stared at each other, unsure of our next move. Should we say anything? Or keep this a secret between us and Harry? How could Harry do this to Abby?

"What in the bloody hell just happened?" Nolan asked between clenched teeth.

Now it was my turn to be speechless, Harry wouldn't cheat. He's better than that.

"Nolan, Louis! We got to get going." Liam called and I looked at Nolan, grabbing Harry's phone and deleting the call history.

"We say nothing about this. We'll figure this out later." I said, and Nolan nodded as we made our way to the dressing rooms.

Walking into the dressing rooms, I noticed Harry was still in his funk. Handing Harry his phone he mumbled a, "Thanks," before shoving it into his jean pocket. I hurriedly changed into my sweats again, and exited the dressing room, sick to my stomach. Carina and Abby were standing out by the door, waiting for us I guess.

"Hey," I said, but my voice came out high-pitched, so I coughed awkwardly, lowering it, "Hey."

Carina gave me a funny look, but quickly wiped it off, looking down at her phone, "Hey Louis."