The Way Things Work

Chapter Thirty One

"W-What?" You faltered, hoping you heard his wrong.

"I said, do you want to make me happy?" He said in a seductive voice as he peered at you. 

With the sound of those words you pulled away from his grasp and sat up. You felt the tears accumulate on the edge as you stood feebly in front of him. You thought he was different, obviously you were wrong. "I-I thought y-you said we could wait."

"What are you talking about babe?" He sat up and gazed at you in utter confusion.

"What are you talking about? What makes you 'happy'?" You restated the question. 

"Oh, love-" He interjected a laugh between phrases. "That sounded so terrible. That's not what I meant. I was going to ask if you would make me a tea, not-not for 'that'."

You looked down at the carpet as the Vermilion shade flowed like paint into your cheeks, the humiliation wrung the tears from your eyes. "I-I'm sorry, maybe I sh-should go-"

"No!" He sprung out of the duvets quicker than a flash as he tossed you over his shoulder. "I am not letting you leave!"

"Louis, put me down, I'm too heavy!" 

"Okay well your wrong, you aren't even close to heavy and I'm not putting you down until you promise not to leave."

His hands were gripping your entire body's weight from behind your knees as your hands wrapped around his waist for support, considering half of your body was draped over his shoulder. "Why wouldn't you want me to leave?"

"Why wouldn't I? Sam, you're kidding right? I love you! The question I asked sounded the way you perceived it, I was wrong."

"Louis you weren't wrong, I was."

"Okay how about this, we can call a draw."

"Only if you put me down."

"Your wish my dear." He stood with his back aligned to the bed and let go of your legs. There was one problem though, you didn't release his waist, so as your back fell to the bed, Louis' fell on you. You both erupted into laughter as he shot upward and placed his body on yours. "I'm serious though."

"About what?"

"I don't mind not going farther than this for a while. I love just being around you and keeping you safe in my arms."

"Really?" To answer your question he placed his lips on yours and sat you up next to his body. His arm advanced behind your waist as the other rested across your thighs. You placed one hand on his chest and the other over his shoulder as you slowly kissed. When you were with Louis, it was as if you were the only two in the world, nothing else mattered. He was your protector and even a savior. You pulled away, "Let's make you happy."

"You mean tea, right?" He teased as he sarcastically gestured his hands.

"Yes sir." You laughed as he followed you to the kitchen, half way through you were interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it." You smiled as Louis continued to the kitchen. When you opened the door everyone was standing there with concerned looks, well except for Harry, he just looked pissed.

"H-Hi." You broke the silent stares burdens. 

"Baby!" Sarah practically knocked you backward with a hug. "Let me see."

"See what exactly?" 

With out question she lifted your sleeves and saw bruised wrists and not long after she lifted your shirt and it showed a massive welt that wrapped around your side and back. The air became occupied with gasps as Harry's faced grew shocked. You pulled down your sleeves and shirt as you let them in. "Anyways, we were thinking of going to the beach!" You cheered up. 

They could see how you wanted to change the subject so they played along. "That's perfect!" Niall yelled.

"Maybe we could get a few pictures of you and Harry, to reinforce the strength o your relationship." Simon suggested as Paul agreed. They soon left and you and Louis decided to meet them at the beach.

"Ready babe?" Louis called from the other room.

"Yep!" You chirped as you waled in the room.

"One piece or two?"

"Two." You blushed as he walked over to you and placed a kiss on your head.

"I can't wait to see it." He smiled cheekily.

"You're not going to."

"And why not?"

"One, because I always leave my shirt on and two, because you won't be looking at me."

"Can you clarify on both please?"

"Sure. I wear a shirt because I'm too fat not to-"

"Sam. You know you're not."

"I know I am and-" You help up your hand to stop his oncoming protest. "Two, nobody knows that we are seeing each other and they want to photograph me and Harry."

"I will see you in it." He smirked determined. "Please don't kiss Harry." A look of jealousy crossed his face.

"I won't, I love you."

"I love you so much more babe."

When you arrived at the beach, there was nobody except your friends, management and a photographer. Perfect. You went and set up everything next to each other. 

"Sam!" Simon waved you over from the others. He set up behind a beach house balcony, away from the others. It gave the illusion that you and Harry were alone. The photographer positioned you in a bunch of ways before Simon stopped him. He took the photographer aside while they looked at the photos. 

"Sam?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"I am so sorry about last night, is there anyway you can forgive me?"

"Honestly? I don't know-"

"Please, I am begging you. Sam I need you to because I'm still in lo-" But he was cut off by Simon directing you again. Was he going to say what you thought he was going to?

"We only have one more shot, the kiss."

"A-A kiss?"

"Sorry Sam, but we need it. You are his 'girlfriend'."

The photographer stood in front of you as Harry rushed his lips on to yours.