•Harrys POV•
I quickly opened the door and helped her out.
"Sorry. See you later." I whispered. As she kissed me on the cheek I whipped around to see Lauren at the top of the stairs looking down at us. Oh shit.
•Laurens POV•
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the girl I saw the other night with Harry. He was helping her out because Louis told him I was awake. That little.
I tried to not let my tears get the best of me as I stood in shock.
"Lauren, I swear its not-" Harry started.
"Save your fucking breath Harry. Im done." I said running back into our room and slamming the door.
I slammed it pretty hard because next Morgan was knocking on the door. I wiped my eyes and opened the door.
"Oh my god Lauren are you ok?! What happened?" she asked sitting me down on the bed and putting her arm around me.
"Why don't you go ask Harry. Go see for yourself." I said pointing over towards the front of the house. She looked over.
She made eye contact with Louis who mouthed a few words but I couldn't make them out. I wasn't very good with reading lips let alone with tears in my eyes.
•Louis POV•
I locked eyes with Morgan who was sitting next to Lauren comforting her.
'Harry kinda was caught with a girl.' I mouthed pointing downstairs.
'What?!' she mouthed back.
I nodded and shrugged. Morgan shook her head in disappointment. I looked over the railing to see Harry over the couch. His face in his hands. I slowly walked down the stairs. Everyone was watching me since Lauren slamming the door woke everyone.
I put my hand on his shoulder. I was the comforter for everyone now it seemed.
"Harry" I said softly. "Im sorry."
"It's not your fault. I fucking did this. And I dragged you in with me. Im sorry." He said looking up at me. His eyes red from crying.
"I mean, it isn't entirely your fault either..."
"Yeah but how am I going to explain this to Lauren? Is she really going to believe this?" he asked. He has a point. I bowed my head.
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