Mischief

Ch. 8 Drama & Explanations

Btw I'm sorry if this is short I wrote this on my phone. And sorry I've been M.I.A I've been busy or had writers block. But I'm back with this so I hope this makes up for it.

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I stood in awe. These two guys were in the same room, just... talking. How? Why? What?

"What the fuck are you doing here, Louis?!"

Louis snapped his head in my direction, recognizing the anger. Harry just looked at intently, like he was observing me. How could he just it here and talk with Louis like they're best friends or something? I looked at him in complete, utter confusion. I didn't get what was going on, but I didn't like it. Louis had some nerve coming here. He's lucky I haven't dragged his ass out of this house yet. I turned my gaze back to Louis; I felt the heat of my face as I turned red in anger. I took a step closer to him. "I'm not going to ask again, what are you doing here?" I demanded through my teeth.

"I actually came here for you so no need to be pissy with me." Louis answered. He tried to make it seem like a casual statement, like he didn't care I was mad, but I knew he was being cautious of my temper. I was a hot-head and I knew it.

"I don't see how the hell you could be helping me here. Leave. Now."

Louis got up and stepped toward me, "Mara, just calm down and lis-"

I cut him off mid-sentence and sent a slap across his cheek. "Get out right now!"

Harry got up from the couch and came towards me. He grabbed my hands, holding them so I couldn't attack Louis. Why in the hell was he defending Louis for?

Louis looked shocked and pissed. I'm not sure which emotion he felt more.

"Damn it, Mara!" He shouted at me, his face turning red like mine was.

I looked at Harry, "Make him leave. I don't even know why he's here, make him leave." Harry was going to say something but was interrupted by Louis.

"Damn right you don't know! Can you shut up for one second and just listen to me!"

I shut my mouth. Biting down on my tongue to the point where I was pretty sure I could taste blood. But I shut myself up,

"Thank you. Now I've been trying to explain to you that I came here to fix things. Not make them worse. I came to talk to Harry and explain what happened. You and I both know it was a mistake and doesn't change anything. It shouldn't at least. So I sat down with Harry, who let me tell you, wasn't much more thrilled to see me then you just were, and explained this little misunderstanding. Now if Harry lets go of your hands can you not kill me?" I looked down at my hands and noticed they were still being held by Harry. I looked Louis in the eyes and nodded. My hands were released and I stopped biting my tongue.

"I have to go now. I'll see you guys later," Louis turned to leave.

"I'll walk you to your car," I offered.

We walked up to his car and we stopped in front of the driver's side door.

"Thank you Louis. I'm not sure yet if it affected Harry, but thank you for trying." Louis only nodded. "By the way I saw Kate tonight. She doesn't know what happened at the party don't worry. I did mention you though. You really need to man up and fucking tell her you like her. If not then you guy won't be happy and spending the rest of your lives fucking random strangers trying to make each other jealous. You know that."

He nodded. "Okay. I'll talk to her."

"Not over the phone, or online. In person. Face-to-face" He nodded once again, which slightly annoyed me.