I stared at him, watching as he pranced over to the bed- plopping next to me gracefully.
"Why so sad?" He said slowly, pouting at me melodramatically.
"Thankyou." I whispered solemnly.
His brow's scrunched together in confusion. "What for?"
"For you know.." I mumbled, drawing the blanket closer. "Stopping Harry.. and I.. before we.."
He shrugged lightly, leaning back into the headboard. "I didn't do it for your sake."
I frowned at him.
But he was just too sassy and friendly- I couldn't be mad at him.
"At least he's honest.." I mumbled half to myself.
"And right now.. I'm about to be real honest." He said. "You look like fucking shit."
My mouth opened, my eyes wide. "What the fuck- Why would you say that?"
"Because it's the truth- damn girl you look like you got dragged through a swamp."
"I WAS FUCKING GETTING SHOT AT-"
Louis rolled his eyes. "Excuses, excuses- where are your clothes?"
I paused-
Where the fuck were my clothes?
And that's when something black and slinky caught my eye-
"That, over there, would of been my clothes." I said slowly. "Butttttt it's being ripped into pieces."
Louis eyebrows rose. "Well Harry's eurgh... Passionate then."
I blushed deeply, tugging the blankets tighter.
Fucking hell.
"Go and shower then." He said, nodding towards a door.
I take it that's the bathroom then.
"What about clothes?" I said slowly.
Louis jumped off the bed.
"I'll go sort that now but-" He looked at my pointed, his gaze sharp. "No fucking running away. Both Harry and I will kick yo ass- I mean it."
I didn't doubt they wouldn't so I simply nodded, waiting for him to leave the room. Once he did, I quickly maneuvered my way over to the bathroom, trying my hardest not to trip over the sheet that entangled my underwear clad body.
Once I managed to get into the bathroom, I slammed the door behind me, swiftly pulling the lock down on the door handle. I took a deep breath, my heart thundering in my chest.
I really just need to calm the fuck down and figure out how I'm going to get away.
The bathroom was spacious but plain, a shower stall to my right, the various bathroom cabinets to my left. I dropped the sheet to the floor, kicking it away into the corner. Nimbly walking to the shower, I flipped the hot tap on- the hiss of the water echoing through the room. Stripping off, I eagerly moved under the hot stream of the water, feeling the heat soak into my muscles.
I really need to get away from this bastard prick.
-Harry POV-
"So what you're telling me," I said slowly, leaning across the desk to look Nick in the eyes. "Is that Perkins, of all people, want to start a war with us?"
"That's what our sources are saying." He muttered, ruffling his hair with his hands.
"Are they fucking stupid?" I scoffed, laughing without humour.
