One Last Breath - with Louis Tomlinson and One Direction

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

(A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I got my laptop back! I hope you like!!)

Louis tried to smile, "Mili," the sound came out a little uneasy.

Only a second later, Mili was up and pacing the room, searching for her belongings. She pulled the blankets from Louis, tore through the drawers, and threw clothes all over the room. "Wear is my stuff!?" she screamed, her tone full of anger.

"Mili-" Louis began before getting cut off.

"NO! Give me my stuff, now! Or I'll... I'll call the police." She stopped at the end of the bed, and threw a daggering stare into his darkening eyes. Bright orange, lacy boy-short underwear rested dangerously low on her hips, as a matching bra hugged her chest. Hands resting on her waist, she continued to stare at Louis. But as time increased her stare became sullen.

Luckily, a scream escaped from a neighboring room. "ZAYN!!!! Get you're greasy hands of my chest!" Sherry roared at the top of her lungs.

Mili attempted to deliver one last glare to Louis before hurriedly exiting the room. Slamming the door behind her, she headed towards where she thought the yell had came from. Before reaching her desired destination, she was interrupted. 

A tall boy with light brown hair stepped from a room, blocking her from continuing any further. As he took a leap in front of her, the curls that rested on his head softly bounced. He shot a deep stare at her. His green eyes pierced through her indigo ones. The dimples that were on his face only seconds ago, slowly faded.

"Uhhmmmm.. You.." He said first.

"I know, I'm not stupid. I don't have clothes on, my bad. Now let me through." Mili said as she tried to push the the muscular boy.

"You're Mili." Harry stated as he gripped her shoulders, giving her another stare down.

"Yeah, so what?" she shrugged, "Seriously, let me-"

"Ha, you're clothes... aren't here." he laughed.

"Well no shit, they're in Louis' room. But the bitch won't give them to me!" she felt the awkwardness overwhelm her as the swear words flowed from her lips.

"No. No. No. Do you seriously not remember any of last night...?" Harry questioned.

"Umm. I'm going to-"

"You were so wasted. Oh my gosh. You're lucky Lou was there, otherwise you probably would have never gotten somewhere safely."

"I'm not sure.. I get what you're saying." Mili was extremely confused.

"You got undressed and.. danced?" He interrogated his brain, searching for the right word to describe her actions. "Yeah, I guess you could say danced... On the bar."

"So, I undressed myself and willingly-" she was cut off.

"Yeah. Seriously." he casually said.

"Okay, so where is my stuff?" a serious mood over took the conversation.

"Sorry love, I'm afraid that's all still at the bar." Harry said, before heading back into the room he had earlier emerged.

Mili's slammed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to recall anything from the previous night. Nothing came to mind. She pondered for minutes on end, before realizing the reason she actually came into the hallway. Continuing her trek, she reached the door she thought was now blocking view from a bloody crime scene. As her hand reached for the nob, she felt someone grab her arm. Turning around, she jerked away before swatting towards the boy.