One Mocha Cappuccino Please

Chapter 26

•Laurens POV•

"Lauren! Lauren whats wrong?" I heard while being shaken. I reached my hand over to my side. I didnt feel Harry or the bed. I was on the ground. I shot up quickly.

Sweat was pouring down my face along with some tears. Harry wasn't there next to me but Louis was sitting on the ground in front of me. His hands were on my shoulders from when he was shaking me. He sighed in relief.

"What?" I whispered to myself. What had just happened?

Then it all came back to me.

Images of Harry and that girl. On the couch. Making out.

I dont even know what I was feeling. I wanted to go smack Harry and that bitch but I also wanted to break down and cry.

"Are you ok?!" Louis asked breathing almost as heavy as I was. "You gave me quite a scare."

"Im gonna-" I started as I sat up more and made a fist with my left hand. I was stopped my my tears. Before I knew it tears were rushing down my face and Louis was comforting me.

His touch was gentle . Almost like Harrys. I hugged Louis harder. He rubbed my back as I wiped my tears with the hand that wasn't around his neck. When my crying slowed down he pulled away. I didnt want to let go.

"What happened? Are you alright?" he asked. I could see the concern in his eyes.

"I- I guess. Just, I dont know. Who is she?" I asked, tears still in my eyes and running down my cheek.

He wiped then with his thumb. His fingers caressing my skin sent shivers down my spine.

"She...?" He trailed off in confusion.

"Yes she. That girl I saw downstairs making out with Harry!" I screamed a bit too loud.

"Umm... you must have been dreaming theres no girl downstairs making out with Harry." He said pulling me to sit next to him against the bed.

A dream? It felt so real. Maybe he was right.

"Dream?" I asked.

He nodded. "I uh, I heard a thud and ran into your room and you were lying on the ground crying and sweating."

"If felt so, real."

He shrugged. "Our minds are amazing machines sometimes. I, Ican promise you Harry isnt making out with anyone on the couch though." he chuckled. I joined him.

"Ok, I guess you're right. Im sorry for yelling at you." I said as he helped me up.

"Its ok. Are you all good?" he asked walking slowly to the door. I nodded and he walked out into the hall and down to his room.

A dream. I guess that was the only reasonable answer. I walked downstairs to see Niall, Morgan, and Liam watching tv but no Harry. At least he wasnt on the couch with a girl. I walked down the stairs and exchanges 'good mornings' with everyone before walking into the kitchen.

I grabbed an AriZona and walked back into the living room. I looked around. No sign of Harry. Something caught my eye. His keys werent on the key rack on the wall. He was out.

I didnt bother to ask anyone about him I just wanted to calm down and clear my mind. I went back up to my room and grabbed my phone and ear phones. I looked down and noticed I had a light pink cardigan on. I dont remember wearing it to bed.

I shook my head to clear my mind and to stop worrying. I made my way down the stairs and into the other room. The room we never go in. There was a couch and a few chairs with a table in the middle and a cabinet with some glass figurines in the corner. I plopped down on the chair that looked the comfiest and plugged my ear phones in. I played some mellow calming music. I nodded my head to the beat and mouthed the words.

Music helped my in my time of need. I always found a song that described my situation perfectly. Instead of cutting like every other depressed teen I turned to music. Id always be in my room listening to music or playing the piano and learning new songs.

My little train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. I turned to see Harry walking in and placing his keys on the rack along with his coat in the closet. I jumped up and ran over to him. I ran as fast as I could and wrapped my arms and legs around him. This caused him to stumble a little and almost fall over but he caught himself. He managed to hold me up with one arm since the other was holding a bag in the other.