Stressed, Depressed, & Boy-Band Obsessed [l.s]

~The Badboys' in Town~

~Luke~

I knew this was wrong, I shouldn't be the one getting revenge. It should be Harry. I broke him, I hurt him.

But he hurt me too.

He was dating world famous, 'Louis Tomlinson.' I knew I could easily admit what happened that night. But my mind told me it'd be the best to pull off this stunt instead.

My hand trembled, I was in Louis' room, noticing he was asleep soundly, I grabbed his iPhone and scrolled through his contacts, finding the exact one I needed. I quickly copied the number, texting to my phone, then deleting his messages with me and copying something else. No evidence was to be left behind for this to work successfully.

I know your all wondering what my plan even is . . . But you'll find out soon enough.

I set his phone down, silently, and tip toed out of the room, shutting the door again.

I picked up my own phone, and clicked on the number link, automatically calling it. My smile grew wickedly as he picked up within the first ring;

"Hello?"

"Hi! You remember, er, know, Louis Tomlinson, right?" I asked.

He breathed out, "Is this a joke?"

"No, it's not, I assure you completely. Would you mind coming to see him again?"

The voice hitched, I could hear shuffling around. "Where are you guys located? I can be on the
Soonest flight. Anything to see Louis again." He replied, a little too excitedly, but he was trying to keep his cool.

"Were in Holmes Chapel, in the large suite, located in the Hilton inn."

I heard him chuckle nervously, "You sure this isn't a joke?"

I could tell he really enjoyed Louis,
Missing him too. I felt guilty about this on Harry's part, but if Louis' didn't bring it up, I would have a chance at at least a friendship with Harry. But Louis ruined it all. He ruined it. And now, I was going to receive my revenge on him.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, well, I'll be there in the morning. Send the famous bugger my love!" He hung up, and I cleared my recent call history.

No one needed to know what I was up to. Or what my intentions were.

But I was going to get Harry back. No matter who I had to break to get him.

He. Was. Mine.

And for that matter, he still is.

***

~Louis~

I smiled at Harry, we had just apologized to each other, me for bringing up the past, and him for leaving abruptly right after.

"Sorry Lou-Lou." He said sweetly and sat next to me on the hotel couch.

I glanced at him and booped his nose, "Apology accepted Har-Har." He chuckled softly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. Soon after which, I heard a knock at the door.

I groaned, standing up lazily and walking slowly to the door and opening it, shocked at who I saw standing in the suite hallway.

"Hey Louis." He breathed out, sucking on his lip ring, as he always used to do. I noticed his suitcase and he grinned a little, "Long time no see, Tomlinson."

My heart raced, and maybe even skipped a few beats. I gulped, feeling my adams apple bob up and down.

"Who is it Louis?" Luke's voice called from another room.

"I could say the same to you, Gyllenhaal." The last name rolled off
My tongue familiarly and he smiled sweetly, like old times.

"It's an old friend, Jake, to be precise." I responded to Luke, seeing him nod out of his door. Jake stepped in, closing the door behind him.

"Sooo . . . How's life, boobear?" He asked. I ruffled my hair, and saw Harry out of my side vision. He was watching us talk, and I knew, he knew, who this was too.

He was bad news after all. Because, of course:

The bad boy was back in town.

But who invited him . . . ?

***

A/N:

Yay, cliffie :-)

Jake gyllenhaal's back?

Hmmm . . . *grins wickedly*

BUT WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT?!

[Barks Internally]

- Emily