The Takeover {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 11

HARRY'S POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with a heavy headache. I squinted my eyes at the bright light entering through the curtains. I sat up and looked around at my unfamiliar surroundings, trying to make sense of every thing that was happening.

My head was ponding and I vaguely recognised the room as one in the Riveria. I was trying to figure out how I had reached this room, when I suddenly remembered how I had confessed my love to Louis and how he rejected. After that, all was a blur. I remembered getting piss drunk, but after that I had no recollection.

I knew that Louis was shocked at my confession and he seemed hurt. So I figured I should apologize.

I picked up my phone to text him but stopped. Apologizing on phone was not nice, especially through a text. If I had confessed my love to him face to face, then I had to apologize for making him cry, face to face.

I got out of the bed and fixed my clothing. After completing the morning rituals, I left the hotel and drove to the best flower shop in Doncaster.

I chose the most beautiful and the best smelling flowers for Louis. I had to apologize for my behavior. I was pretty sure I had shocked the boy a lot. He had just gotten out of the situation with Presco and then I did this heartless thing. I made him cry.

I suddenly remembered that when Louis ran to the washrooms, he left his phone on the bar. I had kept it with me so no one took it. But, I didn't know where it was now.

But I was hoping it was with Louis and not stolen. But if Louis had it, did it mean that he came to talk to me? I couldn't remember anything at all. But I was drunk and suddenly I was hoping that I didn't do or say anything too stupid to him because how much more could I hurt him?

I hurried to get in my car, driving as fast as I could without breaking any rules, so I could get to his house as soon as possible.

LOUIS' POV

He tried to use me. Harry, the only person I had trusted apart from my three mates, betrayed my trust. He knew very well what Presco had done and he also knew how it had affected me, but he went along and tried exactly what Presco did, and it was mere hours after he confessed that he loved me.

If he loved me, he wouldn't do this to hurt me. He would thnlink about my feelings. But that is exactly what he had not done. Did he say he loved me just so he could get me to sleep with him? But he seemed so sincere while confession. But you can never know who is acting, who is putting on a charade.

I just wish I could see what was coming. He betrayed me in the worst possible way. I really thought of him as my friend, but for him, I was just a playtoy. He wanted to use and then throw me.

If it weren't for the three boys currently sitting in my room, Harry would have succeeded in his plans.

I looked at Liam, who was pacing the length of my room in worry. He was worried for me. He was worried about what would happen when I would go back to work. He had been the most worried about me since my parents died, the careful and the caring one.

Then I looked at Zayn. He portrayed himself as the bad boy, but in reality he was a massive softie. He was trying to put on a face that he was not affected by anything that was happening around him, but I could see it in his eyes that he was worrying himself over me. He looked up and tried to smile at me, but it came out more like a grimace.

Niall. I didn't know what to say about him. When I looked at his face, I saw tears rolling down his face. Tears that hadn't stopped falling since they all found me, even though it was the next morning. My heart went out to the Irish boy, he seemed to be in a worse condition than me. But I knew that it was because he thought that he failed me again, that he couldn't protect me and although it wasn't his fault, he would still continue to feel that it is.

As I was looking at my three support systems, internally thanking them for everything they had done for me, a bell rang.

We all startled, wondering who was there at the door.

"I will get it," Liam said and went to get the door.

HARRY'S POV

I reached Louis' house and as I was about to ring the bell, I hesitated. I wasn't sure how Louis would react. Moreover I didn't know how I would react when I saw him, after all he did reject me. But I knew I needed to apologize for upsetting him with my confession and that made up my mind. I reached up and rang the bell.

After a few minutes, the door opened but instead of Louis, there stood Liam. He looked worried and like he hadn't slept all night.

As soon as he saw me though, his face turned hard and cold. I was confused at the sudden change of expression.

"Hi, Liam," I said.

"Why are you here? Haven't you hurt him enough already?" He looked like he wanted to scream at me but was holding back for some reason.

"I actually came to apologize for my behavior at the party. I know it took him off guard and it upset him bu-"

"UPSET?! THAT DID NOT JUST UPSET HIM! IT BROKE HIM! AND YOU STILL HAVE THE GUTS TO SHOW YOUR FACE?! YOU ARE JUST LIKE PRESCO! -"

He was about to continue but I cut him off. "Presco? What are you talking about? I am not like Presco! I love him!"

"Oh so you love him? Then tell me Harry, why did you try to force sex on him wihout his permission yesterday?"

I did WHAT?!