The Accidental Text (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter Thirteen

Awh Fetus harry

Yoo im flawed once again.
remember when Louis was with Liam and he talked ab having his girlfriend go shopping with Tiffany. well i forgot to make a chapter ab that so um.. i incorporated it with a few modifications. One being Liam's gf is Shannon not Sophia lol.
Think you're gonna enjoy this one (;
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     Oh my God. Harry kissed me! Me! But.. Louis. Oh no. Oh god.

     Incomprehensible, I slowly get off the couch and walk in the opposite direction of Harry. Thought begin to fill my head as I look down in regret. I walked into the kitchen and start to take a shot... or two... or three...

Blurs of black, red, and blue fill my eyes. Girls are grinding on guys, and there's a group of singles in the corner. I stumble to the corner.

You belong here you worthless whore. You deserve to be alone. A bag of fleas would be disgusted to have you.

Tears welling, I wipe my eyes and zone out the thoughts of Richard. I stumble more and walk over to the corner, only to be faced by Louis.

     He looks at me and I laugh hysterically. "Baby!" I scream as I literally fall into him. Luckily his fast reflexes catches me. Louis looks at me with puzzled eyes.

"Tiffany, how much did you drink?"

I continue to laugh hysterically. "Like one shot.. or five? Or seven? Who knows!" I look around and spot Harry having small talk with a few people.

"Hi Harry! Oh my god, we should kiss again! You're a great kisser," I slur as my mind begins to cloud.

Louis' POV

Looking at Harry with wide eyes, and Tiffany with sparkling eyes, my mouth drops. Did they actually kiss? Anger starts to boil within me, but I take in a deep breath.

They're drunk, and Tiffany is not even you're real girlfriend. Calm down.

After taking in a deep breath, I look at Tiffany. I let her know I need to get some air, and walk out the house. When I step outside, a cold blanket of air hits me, and the sky is filled with thousands of stars. I look at my cup of beer, and take in a big gulp. Tiffany later walks up to me, barely conscious.

"So, you and Harry, huh?" And with that, Tiffany is so damn intoxicated she falls onto the patio. "God damn it," I mutter to myself picking her up. "What are you doing to me, Tiffany."

Slightly annoyed over what Tiffany said about Harry, I bring he upstairs. I softly put Tiffany under the covers of Liam's bed. I know he won't mind, and it's the least likely place of some dirt bag raping her. Walking out, I shut the door lightly. When I turn around, Harry stands in front of me.

     "Mate, I can explain," Harry pleads. His eyes looked red. I don't think it was crying though, in fact I know it. That little bitch was stoned.

"When the fuck did you get stoned?" I asked. Harry only gets stoned around me, he said he only trusts me not to let him do something he'll fully regret.

"Um, I'm not stoned, I was crying," he mutters. Lies, lies lies. I know what he looks like when he's not crying. It's not the best view in the world.

"Bull shit, but you have anymore weed?"

Harry nods and pulls out a bag from his jeans. He hands it to me, and with that I take it and walk away. I go downstairs to the loud music, and look around. Something about this night made the atmosphere different. The laughs sounded more like cries for help, and the beer chugging just looked lame.