Another shot of love (Harry or Louis love story) [AU]

Chapter 4

-CHAPTER FOUR: AGAIN, AGAIN-

"I got you Shira"

After walking in on Eleanor and Louis, Shira thought of nothing but relaxing. Good thing that she and Harry will go out of there soon.

With much pleading, begging and swearing, all of the money was handed to Shira's landlady agreed to give her a discount on her rent. So now, Shira was contentedly walking back to her house, happy that she made her rent on time for the first time!

Maybe I should be more frugal… Shira thought as she considered eating less. Although she was petite and ate very little, things have been going out of hand lately.

She sighed. "I'm gonna be penniless for a while, huh?"

"Yess!"

Shira quickly turned to the voice that answered her statement.

A figure,taller than Shira, was sitting in her kitchen.

"Niall!" Shira rushed to the boy smiling and hugged him. "What are you doing here?"

"Shira—" Niall paused and sighed, "—I need your help." He said in the cutest voice you've ever heard.

"My help? Why? What happened?"

"Please…" he said with eyes that implored "…Louis is—dying!"

Shira was taken aback. Him? Dying? Impossible! "Wh-What?"

"You'll come, won't you? Eleanor is out modelling and you're the only one I could ask!"

Shira sighed. What could it be now? Surely, a lot of other people could come and check but why take her? She didn’t understand nothing.

"Darn it, Niall! You had me worry over nothing!"

Shira stomped her feet furious while pulling both of the boy's cheeks. "He's not dying! He's lazing around!"

"But he is dying!" Niall tried to explain.

"Dying my ass! The next time you make a joke like that, I'll skin you alive!" Shira grumbled angrily.

"But Louis is dying! Right, Louis?" Louis's eyes shot open.

"Yup." He gleamed. "Dying to see you." He turned to Shira who was now beet red.

"I—I have to go, Louis…" Shira started to walk towards the door with shaking legs and arms.

"Are you angry at—me?"

"No…" she said. She couldn't hear herself think! Her heartbeat was so loud it was deafening.

"You're lying…" Louis said.

Shira could feel the soft tip-tapping of his wooden sandals on the floor as he went toward her. They seemed to be in rhythm with her heart! When he was finally standing behind her, she couldn't find it in herself to just run off and scream. She just stood there, wide-eyed.

"El-Eleanor…" Louis was emitting heat at her back yet she had cold sweat.

"This is not about her, Shira… It's about you… Are you mad at me?" he asked again.

"I said I'm not, Louis. Why do you say th-that?" the girl tried to keep her voice from shaking but lost it in the end.

"Are you sure? We've known each other for a long time now, Shira. You're my friend and I hope you know what you mean to me."

Shira wondered whether Louis was possessed because he just wouldn't say something like that.

"I'm sorry…" she said weakly.