I was still fucking sick, I was in the spare room of Vanessa and Zoe’s shared apartment. And I knew soup was on the stove waiting for me.
I climbed out of bed, wrapping the doona around me and wandering to the kitchen.
I turned the stove on, sitting down and waiting for it to boil.
Mmmm, chicken soup.
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I happily sat on the couch, drinking up the soup.
“We’re back!” I heard Niall shout.
I turned around to look at them as they both walked in, drunk as fuck and tipsy.
They headed towards her room soon being followed by a crash, Vanessa would have passed out alright.
Harry’s POV
“Vanessa” I spoke after she picked up.
“Ugh” she groaned, she sounded hung over.
“Do you want to get a coffee or hot chocolate or something.”
“I’m hung over Haz, you have to come here” she groaned.
“Ok, I’m on my way”
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Zoe answered the door, letting me in.
I noticed Louis asleep on the couch.
What was he doing here?!
I tip toed towards him quietly, peeking over the top of the couch and peering at him. I could tell he was sick, his nose was red and he was all sniffly.
He was wrapped tightly up in a doona, his feet poking out, he hated when his feet poked out.
I sighed, walking over and pulling the blanket down past his feet, causing the doona to uncover from his shoulders, I huffed, evening out the doona and making sure he was properly wrapped.
“Thanks Ness” he mumbled.
Omg he’s awake.
I quickly retreated, out the door and down the stairs, running out away from their place.
I couldn’t face him now, he was going to freak, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hated me. I mean I would too if he had left and not kept any one of his promises he made. At least I kept the ring.
But deep down inside me I missed him, I missed him so much, I didn’t like the girls who cluttered around me after each show. I didn’t like it at all, all I wanted was some one who was willing to look past my looks now and love me for my personality, not my body. They had always commented on my ‘huge biceps Harry’ and my ‘sexy green eyes’ I wanted someone who I could cuddle with every night, someone who would call me perfect in every way, someone who I could mess around with.
Someone like Louis.
I wanted Louis.
