Around My Heart In 80 Days.

Chapter 3

Harrah! An Update!!! Im glad you guys like this story! In this chapter its all Louis POV so you get to know him. There are alot of un answered questions in this chapter to do with who he is and what happend to him. Now this is my first time writing a story like this with mystery and stuff so if your confused or have any concerns please let me know. I would also like to shoutout to KinoBino because she gave me the idea for the begining of this. She knows what im talking about ;) Thank so much for that idea! it fit in perfectly to what i already had!! Thanks for the support i really hope as i continue on this story will become more popular! Let me know what you think! xoxoxo    

Chapter 3

Louis POV

"Mom! Harry! Dad!" I shouted as I tried to scramble from the airplane seat. It was no use. I was stuck. The seat belt wouldn't unbuckle. The plane was descending rapidly. The plane was swirling through the sky; bags and people were being tossed about. I looked beside me and saw Harry getting up from his seat.

"Harry! My buckles stuck help me!" I begged him. He snorted at me and walked past.

"Why would I help you Lou, you're an asshole. You don't help me, why should I help you. I tried being nice to you but you just won't accept it. Try being nice for a change, it comes in handy in these types of situations. Reputation isn't here to save you now, if only you stopped worrying about it and worried about having friends. Don't you want someone to love you and miss you when you’re gone? Bye Lou." he waved and walked away down the isle.

"Harry wait! You don't understand! Please save me! I want to have friends! I'm just scared! You-you don't understand." I sobbed. I turned my head and looked at Harry as he jumped out of the plane door. I turned back to the front and the plane lost control completely and we started nose-diving towards the ground.

My eyes snapped open and I sat up in bed. I was covered in sweat and panting like a dog. That was one of the worst nightmares I've had in awhile. I rub my eyes and look around. I can't see anything. The room is pitch black. I reach back for the covers and realize that they don't feel like mine. Where the fuck am I? I think to myself. Oh right I'm in Rome. I’m pretty sure. I don't remember much about yesterday. Just being really nervous and sick. But, I guess I made it to Rome. I blink a few times and reach my hands down my body. Why the hell am I fully dressed still? I swing my legs off the bed and pull of my sweaty shirt and jeans. The cool air touches my body and chills spread across my skin. I grab the covers and try to cover my body with them. My tired hands pull me closer to the warm center of the bed. I roll onto my side and into something hard. My chest touches a hot surface and I let out a sigh. It's so warm. I scootch closer to the warmth. I lie in peace for a few seconds until what I'm pressed against shifts and curly hair is now touching my face. Consciousness takes over and reality kicks in. I jump up and scream managing to fall to the floor. The lights snap on and Harry is looking over the bedside at me. Might I add, with no fucking cloths on! His face looks confused and scared. Considering I just woke him up by screaming at him and falling to the floor.

Oh my dear god I was just practically spooning Harry fucking Styles! He's the gay one and I started spooning him! Also neither of us are dressed. He's going to think I'm gay and perverted. He smiles at me and laughs.

"What’s the problem Lou? Never shared a bed with a dude before?" he laughs. I glares hard at him. I was about to say 'no I've never shared a bed with a gay before' when my dream popped into my head.

The plane is crashing and Harry is talking to me. 'Try being nice for a change, it comes in handy...' 'Don't you want someone to love you and miss you when your gone?' Harry is nice to me. He shouldn't be though, because I'm a complete douche. Just try and be nice Louis. You can do it. Your nice to your mum and your sisters you can be nice to Harry. I have an inner battle with myself. I want to be nice but being nice shows weakness. Just be nice. No I can't if I'm nice I'll let him in. It’s easier to destroy me from the inside.