Breathe

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The harsh sunlight brings my hangover head discomfort. I sit up and groan. I look around the room and notice the chair - shit that wasn't a dream. I stand up and an unusual feeling moves from my stomach to my throat. I rush myself to the bathroom and throw up. I hear the door open, It's Harry no doubt, I lift myself off the ground and pour water from the sink in my mouth.

" Lou?" I say surprised as I leave the bathroom " I thought you were Harry" I sound disappointed.

" Nope, he's pissed at you, we all are" He speaks monotone, I roll my eyes.

" I did what I did for a reason, Harry said some pretty horrible things to me and I reacted, I didn't expect it to get that far but it's not all my fault"

" You don't get it do you? Harry blames himself fully for what happened, he was a mess last night, he looked around London for you for 3 hours and when he couldn't find you he started panicking and we've never seen him like that" He pauses "Everyone was in a frenzy, Liam, Zayn, Niall, El, Dani me everyone. When you finally called us it took Harry everything he had to not come with us"

I stare down at my fingers as guiltiness fills me. " I'm sorry, maybe I should just go" I look over to my suitcase.

" No, you're not leaving, Harry needs you. We all care about you, we didn't want anything bad happening" He speaks softly, making me feel like an errant child. I give up the battle with him and say " I understand, I really am sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen" He gives me a small smile " Go talk to Harry, he's in the living room." He points to the door. " Let me change first" I notice I'm still in my date clothes. He nods and puts his hands in his front pockets before leaving the room.

I walk over to my suitcase and rummage through it for comfy hangover clothes, I manage to find http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77654171 I pull my hair to the side and braid it quickly. I glance at myself in the mirror before I leave the room, I look like shit - great.

Harrys sitting casually on the couch, looking down at his lap playing with his phone. He looks up but when his eyes meet mine he shoots his head down. I flinch, I make my way over to him and sit next to him. I grab a throw pillow and place it in my lap before crossing my legs. Harry sighs, deep, annoyed.

"Do you want to talk" I say shyly staring at his bowed head. Abruptly he stands and waltzes over to the kitchen, putting on the kettle. I slowly follow. He's acting like a child, I stride over and wrap my arms around his midsection. His hands dart to my wrists pulling me off him. I gasp, " I'm still fucking pissed at you" He hisses at me, face emotionless. I step back, he rejected me. The thought brings me discomfort. I nod and tilt my head downward towards the floor to avoid eye contact. I hear him take a deep breath and turn away from me. Tears fill my eyes, he doesn't want me. I stifle backwards and he turns, quickly I spin myself to avoid him seeing the tears, I was too late. " Hey" He says softly and walks towards me. I take further steps away from him and let the tears fall freely. He puts his arms out to me, "Don't touch me" I snap, and his face falls. " Just leave me alone" I walk out of the kitchen and back into Harry's room, closing the door loudly.

I retreat to the bed and burry my head in the pillow.

This is bullshit, after 20 minutes I march out of the room and straight into the living room where Harry sits. He looks up at me confused.

" You said yourself relationships need to be worked on when problems rise, so we can talk about it or I can leave and let you act like a petulant child all alone" I shout at him. His eyes widen and his brows crease. He sits up balancing his forearms on his thighs "Alright lets talk" I notice El and Lou retreat back into their room.

" You overreacted when I told you about Niall, you accused me of cheating and it hurt me" my voice hitches.

" I don't like when other guys want what's mine" he whispers