Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

ONE WEEK LATER

LOUIS' POV

"Harry, come on. Can't you take a break?"

Harry sat on the computer, his long fingers typing away on the keyboard. His green eyes were focused on the screen, the light reflecting off the wet surface. Every once in a while, he would glance down at the keyboard to make sure his fingers were in the right places. Harry's eyebrows were knitted together, concentrating on whatever he was writing.

"I can't," he slurred, "got to get this done,"

I sighed and took a seat next to him. I laid my head on the table and listened to the clicking sound of the keyboard. He just got home, why can't he spend time with me? What is he even doing? And why is it more important than me?

"What are you typing?" I asked, moving my head to look at him.

He ignored me.

"Harry," I continued, "what are you doing?"

"Trying to," be began but trailed off, his fingers speeding up.

"Harry!" I yelled, yanking his shoulder to face me.

He quickly turned to look at me, a frightened expression taking over his soft features.

"What?" He hissed, throwing his hands up.

"What are you doing? And why is it more important than spending time with me?"

"It's for Simon! God, just give me five more minutes!"

"You've been working on it for three hours," I sighed, "I want to spend time with you,"

He ignored me once again.

"I know you can hear me," I laughed quietly. He shook his head, a small smile appearing on his lips.

After a while of doing nothing but staring at him typing, I got so incredibly bored I literally thought I was going to die.

I reached my hand up and gently flicked his ear, laughing at the sound it made. I continued this over and over again until he playfully hit my hand away.

"Hey. Hey, Harry," I started, slowly bringing my mouth closer to his ear.

He didn't do anything.

"Harry," I continued, "guess what?"

I held a smile back as he shivered slightly from my breath hitting his ear.

"I'm gonna fucking shut the computer down if you don't fucking kiss me in the next five seconds," I said, my tone playful but harsh.

He grunted loudly and turned to face me, his nose brushing mine. "What do you want, Lou?"

"You know what I want, stupid," I sighed, crawling into his lap.

He slightly hissed, telling me to be careful. "I'm still sore, baby."

"Sorry."

I straddled his lap, pressing both my hands on the sides of his face. He grinned crookedly at me, both dimples appearing in his cheeks.

"I missed you so much," I cooed, pressing my lips to his. His hands instantly moved from my hips onto the small of my back, moving down the sides of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his soft, curly hair, tugging at the roots. I moved my hips up, pressing my front to the bottom of his chest. His hands moved to my jaw, gently backing away from the kiss.

"Louis, I- we can't,"

"What?"

"I know what you're doing,"

I sighed. "Why can't we?"

"I'm busy," he pointed towards the computer.

"Harry," I warned, "you can take an hour break. I haven't seen you in a week and we haven't had sex in probably a month,"

"No, Louis. This discussion is over."

He moved me off of him and continued typing, scooting his chair back up to the desk.

Are you kidding me right now? Why can't he even show me any affection? We haven't seen each other in several days, why doesn't he want anything to do with me?

I read a small part of what he was typing.

'... haven't been doing well and we're all not sure if One Direction should continue anymore. I mean, none of us are even friends anymore. How are we all going to be in a band?..."

"Harry," I began, "what is that letter about?"

"It's to Simon,"

"Yeah, I get that. Are you really saying that you don't want One Direction to be together anymore?"

Harry angrily lifted his fingers off the keyboard and slowly turned to face me.

"Yes Louis, that's exactly what I'm saying. Anything else you want to know?"

"I'm not a fucking kid!" I began, "Why do you talk and look at me like I'm fucking stupid? I'm part of the band too! You're not the only one! How come you get to make the decisions? One Direction is not over! Stop thinking you're the best one in the band because you're not!"

"If you don't want me to treat you like a kid, stop acting like one."

I bit the inside of my lip and walked over to the wall, ripping the cord out of the wall.

The screen immediately turned black and Harry paused for a second before angrily banging his fists down on the keyboard.

"Did you seriously just do that?" He screamed, getting up out of his chair.

"You're not sending that email," I warned, ignoring his ridiculous question.

"Yes I am!" He got in my face, his breath hitting my skin.

I pushed him away from me, sending him stumbling backwards. "Get away from me!" I yelled.

"I'll get as close to you as I want! You are my boyfriend after all,"

I shut my eyes tightly, suddenly ashamed to have that word thrown towards him and I. I can't end it with him. I have to solve this.

"You're right," I told him, using my best efforts to calm him down.

"I always am. One Direction is over, just fucking accept it,"

"No it's not. I'm not done singing and neither are you."

"I'm not going on tour again."

I shrugged. "Then don't. Zayn, Liam, Niall and I will."

"You're not going to do it without me," he chuckled, "no one is going to come to any shows."

"Stop thinking you're so superior to us! Fuck, why are you so idiotic?"

Harry quickly turned his head to the side, trying to ignore my comment. "Listen, the band is done. Accept it."

I took one long look at his face. "If you send that email, we're done. I don't care what you say or what we've been through. And this time, I mean it."

"You've said that so many times-"

"Don't tempt me to end it now." I interrupted him.

He shook his head a took a step back from me, raising his hands up in the air.

"Fine," he sighed, "I won't send it. Simon will never know."

"Was that really so fucking hard?" I asked.

I stormed out of the room, leaving Harry alone. I didn't want to take it that far, but I had to. Harry wasn't going to let up and he's not the one who gets to make decisions without asking us. He spent all that time writing something that would potentially end our relationship. How could he do that? Harry literally just got home earlier today and we've already been in a fight.

Great.

I have a feeling he hasn't changed at all.