London Lights |Harry Styles AU

|SIXTEEN| Disastrous

I felt Harry giving Louis and me death glares as we both sat down to eat. He was sitting at the table across from us, looking at us directly in the eye. 

I don't know about other people, but I find it awfully disturbing and uncomfortable when people stare at me while I eat. It seems really freaky. Niall whispers something into Harry's ears and he finally drifts his gaze off of us. Thank god.

Louis is still in fume as I can see the way he is staring back at Harry. Definitely in rage. I don't know what's on between them and I do not wish to be in between their drama. But oh, would you look at that, I already am. 

Last time I checked, they were the best of friends. I am not quite sure what happened and I do admit that I have a little bit of curiosity in knowing. 

I came up with the perfect solution; after our break, I would stop walking with Louis and try to avoid the both of them. That way, I wouldn't encounter run-ins. 

But I should've known that this would be impossible. Since Harry Styles is a very prideful, talkative man. 

Just as I finished my food, I picked up the tray and walked to the trashcan. After throwing my trash out, I started walking out of the area. And annoyingly to my surprise, Harry copied my actions and joined me where I was. I decided that if I avoided him, he would go away. But boy was I wrong. 

"Why were you ignoring me today?" His voice sounds alarming and demanding. Ready for an answer. But I ignore and pretend that I don't hear him, heading back to viewing the history of the building.

After we all had lunch, the tour guide, and Ms. Hiscock promised us that we could wander around the building in groups and by ourselves. we just had to go back downstairs by 1pm. 

"Seriously? Why are you fucking ignoring me, Evelin? Don't you have ears?"  

I finally turn around, coming up with a "clever" comeback. "Don't you know how to stop bothering people and know your borders?" I clicked my tongue before turning back around, continuing to walk. Hoping he would walk away. 

"Oh, thank god, you finally answered. I was starting to think that you really did go deaf," He lightly chuckled at his stupid attempted joke. But he earned no response from me.

"Ouch. Moody, are we today?" His thick British accent hit on his words perfectly. 

"Leave me alone, Harry," I ordered in annoyance. 

He began mocking and mimicking me. But all that ended up in pissing me off more. 

"Wait, are you mad at me or something?" He asked, totally clueless. Was he that much lost in the world? It hadn't even been that many days since the art gallery trip, and he had already forgotten. I opened my mouth to declare my inner anger, but quickly shut it. I couldn't show him my vulnerability. He would laugh at me and think of me as a joke. It was just a freaking kiss, I shouldn't care. With him out of all people. If he doesn't care, why should I? It's his loss that he let the opportunity snatch away. Not my problem. Nope, I was not going to show him my vulnerability. 

"No, Harry, I am not." I stopped walking, looking at him directly. "I just feel like I don't want to be with company," 

I saw him snicker as his eyes darkened. "Lies." He mumbled loud enough for me to hear. 

"Um, what?" 

"Stop lying. You were all over, talking to fucking Louis today, don't try using such shitty excuses on me,"  He threatened.

"Why do you even care?" I asked rhetorically. "It's my life, I can talk to whoever I want," I always felt like my conversations with him were childish and immature. It wasn't worth it. 

He stays silent for a while, unable to come up with something in return. But eventually, he does. "Then why not with me? Why with fucking jackass Louis?"  

I open my mouth to answer; to defend Louis, but that's when I see Elena and Niall outside the door, giggling. And before I can even stop them,  the door shuts. 

"No!" I scream and quickly run towards it, nudging the knob a bit. Only to realize that it's locked. It just won't budge.

"What? What happened?" Harry questions, walking over to where I was. He takes his turn trying to open the door. 

"They locked us in," I silently mumble.

"Who?"

"Niall and Elena," I answer quietly. He nudges on the door once more, before kicking it. I step away from him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Harry kicked the door once again. "Why the fuck would they fucking do this?" His anger was getting to him while I stood in the back corner, hoping the door would open. But no, my stupid friends, along with his, had us locked inside one of the rooms of the Tower of London, which once held bloody history.

He finally looks at me with a dirty look. His eyebrows are furrowed and his knuckles clenched tightly. "Why aren't you doing anything!" He asked angrily. "Huh, I bet you were part of this, weren't you?" He rolled his eyes as the anger consumed him even more.

"Oh no, you're joking, right? I want to get out of here as much as you. I can't even stand to be near you!"

"Then why are you with me here now? I know you planned this,"  He was absolutely delusional. He made no sense and was always getting on my nerves. He had got to be kidding right now. 

"You're the one who followed me here, you idiot!" I yelled back. "I didn't want to be near you!" 

His anger starts fading slowly, but they return back again. 

"Are you sure you don't want to be near me?" He says aggressively in response, stepping towards my direction. I am slowly confused and scared as he gets nearer.

"That you don't want to be around me, but with Louis?" His voice drops low as he has me cornered to the wall. What the hell is happening? My life can never get confusing like this. 

"Because I know you're fucking acting. I know you want me around," His hand meets my shoulders, making me budge at his touch.

"Stop! You're so bipolar! Just stop!" I scream, startling him as he takes two steps back. "What do you want? Huh? What?" 

Before he can answer, I hear muffling voices outside. Finally, the door slams open, and my heart rate returns back to normal again. 

I see one of the tour guides, an angry Ms. Hiscock, Louis, Niall, and Elena. Louis looks at the both of us in disappointment as he turns his gaze down. Niall and Elena whisper back and forth to each other, but I can make out what she's saying.

"Well, that didn't go as expected." You bet it didn't.