Our Little Secret // h.s.

Chapter 18

My eyes flutter open at the feeling of something pressing up against me, right in between my legs. The light from behind the curtains are peering in through the window and  I look down to see a hand in between my thighs, fingers pressing down on my underwear. I squirm a little, gasping as pressure is added and pleasure courses through my body.

I look behind me to see Harry sleeping beside me, soft snores escaping his lips. I squirm back a little, carefully trying to remove his hand from there, when I freeze. I bumped into him, and something hard presses against me.

"Oh sweet Jesus." I whisper to myself, before finally moving his hand completely. I go to roll away, trying my best to slip onto the ground without disturbing him. I glance down at my body, looking at the oversized white tee that I'm now wearing. I like wearing his clothes.

I walk quietly to the door, slowly opening the door. I peek outside into the main area of the hotel room, seeing that the coast is clear. I open the door and walk quickly to the bathroom, only for the bathroom door to swing open by itself in my face. I freeze as Louis stands in the doorway and looks at me with wide set eyes.

"Oh my god, were you the one I heard him screwing last night?" he freaks out, voice getting loud. I hush him, rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door.

"How do you know we even did anything?!" I hiss first.

"It's very obvious, especially when I fell asleep on the bloody couch and wake up to the sound of bed springs!" he hisses back. "Niall is going to kill you!"

"Niall isn't going to find out!" I whisper yell.

"I knew something was up with you two! Oh my god, you are not making me keep this secret. I need to tell Niall." Louis freaks out, hands running through his hair before he pushes past me and opens the door.

"Louis, no!" I shriek, tackling him down. I straddle over him and press down on his shoulders before begging, "You can't!". 

"Did you forget that I have a girlfriend, or are you trying to screw me too?" he glares. I shush him with wide eyes before whispering for him to please stop.

"What the hell is going on here?" Harry's voice booms over the two of us. Louis and I both look over to see him standing in the doorway, anger crossed over his face.

"She's trying to screw me." Louis spits, pushing me off. I fall on my butt and he sits up.

"No, I'm not!" I gasp.

"You're the one that straddled me!" he bickers back.

"Well, you were going to tell Niall!" I reply back, just as bitterly.

"Can someone bloody answer me?" Harry freaks out, his hand in hair with frustration.

"I heard you two fucking last night, and I didn't know it was her until she pops up outside the loo!" Louis freaks out, right back at him. "No way am I holding this from Niall. You two are dead meat, and I'm not trying to be either when he finds out."

"Louis!" I cry out.

"Come on! You're closer to me than you are to him, and you're going to rat me out?" Harry growls, his veins now popping in his neck.

"This isn't right and you both know that!" Louis defends himself, before pointing at me, "Especially you!"

"Louis!" Harry scoffs.

"Oh, she's just another girl that you're trying to screw, and you did it behind one of your best friend's back!" Louis fights him off with his words. "This poor girl, you probably don't even have feelings for her like all the rest of them that you go after."

He took a jab at Harry, but I'm the one that feels a sting in my chest.

"Don't you dare fucking say that." Harry growls, stepping closer. "You don't know how I fucking feel about her."

"Admit it man, you do shit like this all the time with different girls. You're gonna fucking damage her like you did with the rest, and you'll cost her her friendship with Niall." Louis spits back. I gasp as Harry grabs Louis by his shirt, picking him up off the ground and slamming him into the wall.

"Harry!" I screech, pushing myself up to my feet quickly.

"Go ahead, punch me, all the more reason to tell him!" Louis challenges.

"Harry, please stop!" I grab onto his arm. He ignores me at first, muttering something under his breath.

"You're a dick, and you fucking know it." Louis continues, pissing him off more.

I watch as Harry's lets go of his shirt with one hand, fist still balled up and I quickly jump in front of Louis, shielding my face.

"Megan!" Harry hisses. I peak up from behind my hands to see his face soften up and his fist flatten out.

I can feel Louis breathing heavily behind me, and I grab onto his arm that is still holding onto Louis' shirt. He lets go of Louis' shirt and both hands reach up to the top of his head, and he pulls at his curls.

"Don't you dare try telling me or her that I do not have feelings for her." Harry mumbles, staring at Louis behind me. "Go ahead, tell Niall. I'll take his heat and I'll take his fist to my face if I have to, but I am not letting her go. I really thought more of you, man."

Harry grabs onto my arm, pulling me away from Louis and guiding me back to his bedroom. I look back to see Louis leaning against the wall, staring hard at us while breathing heavily. He brings me into the bedroom and slams the door shut behind the two of us.

"I'm not a player." Harry mumbles, leaning against the door. "I'm not. Yeah, I've had fun with some girls before, but those are only for a night and it only happens once every few months."

I look up at him, playing with my fingers as he breathes in and out heavily.

"You. You're different. You're not just a one night stand and I actually have feelings for you. I am not a fucking player who will hurt you or break your heart, like everyone fucking says I do." he continues. "Fuck, if I really was like that, I wouldn't have paid over $500 to explore a museum at midnight because you have a thing for art."

I grab him by his waist and hug him tightly, leaning my head against his chest. He wraps his arms around my upper back, one of his hands lacing through my hair.

"I'm not a fucking player."