Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 18: Spoiled chocolate, anyone?

Louis P.O.V.

I was mistaken. I knew it. There was something inside of me that knew Haley hadn't written that. In fact, there was a big part of me that thought that. Then why didn't I believe her? It was either Harry and Kylie's side, or Haley's side. And I took the wrong one. Wow, I feel like such an arse now. 

I raced down the stairs. "Guys!" I screamed. I saw Harry and Kylie laying down on the couch watching tv. Kylie's head was resting on Harry's naked chest while one of his arms was on her shoulder, and the other one reached over to her waist. 

Their heads looked up at me. "What is it, Lou?" Harry asked.

"Haley didn't do it! She didn't write that message to Kylie! She didn't lie, she was hacked!!" I jumped on the chair next to the couch. Kylie looked confused. She took the remote and put the t.v. on mute.

"What are you talking about?" Harry exclaimed.

"When we went to your room, Harry, to take pictures of you guys sleeping together, Haley didn't have her phone. She had left it in my room, where we had slept the night before...right?" I continued.

"Right." Kylie simply stated.

"But she could've gone in your room after to pick up the phone to write that message!" Harry finished her sentence.

"BUT," I copied his emphasized word, "she didnt! When you guys woke up, we all ran downstairs, and stayed there! No one moved! We all just sat on this exact couch, writing our tweets and pictures of you guys. Haley didn't go back to my room. She was helping me right my tweet!" I said. 

I could see by their frowning faces that they weren't quite sure what to believe. So I took out my phone.

"Look." I clicked a few buttons, and then appeared a video on my phone. I then handed it over to them. I saw their eyes meet the screen, and saw the reflection of it in their eyes. I could hear Harry's loud snoring, and some chuckling. I heard a loud voice, and all of us screaming, running out of the room and slamming the door behind us. Then was the loud steps down the stairs, and then the lads and I reading our tweets out loud.

I quickly snatched the phone, and paused it. I fast forwarded it a little, and turned it back to them.

"You see? Haley didn't get up once. I forgot to stop recording, and if you keep watching, you can see that Haley and me stay together, and we make breakfast together. She never left my side."

Kylie's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my god. I have to call her."

"Her phone is still in my room, though."

"Then I'll call her house. Oh my god, I feel horrible!"

She ran out of the room, and Harry and I awkwardly looked back at each other. "Thanks, boobear."

"Of course, Hazza!" I screamed.

"No. I meant, we were just on the verge of snogging. Thanks for ruining my moment." We chuckled.  

"Shit." I exclaimed. 

"What?"

"Don't you get it?! I'm the worst boyfriend ever! I haven't even thought of calling her. I should be the first person to show up at her house with chocolates and flowers. I should be the one to appologize. And yet, here I am."

"Well, we do have Niall's leftover Valentine's Day chocolate in the fridge. But it is from like 5 months ago, so I recommend you taking the flowers from the vase downstairs in the dining room. But don't take the vase. That was a gift from Zayn's mum." Harry put a finger up to his chin, pretending to think. 

I smiled to myself and ran out of the room. 

"GO GET HER, YOU SEXY TIGER!" I heard Harry scream to me as I slammed the front door behind me.