College Boy [h.s]

Twenty Eight.

"Well well, what?" I ask with a laugh.

"You went to Harry's fookin house last night and never came home!" Louis says. "I figured you came back after I went to sleep last night around 9 but I checked your room and you weren't there."

"You could've texted me," I said.

"I did!" He said.

I look down at my phone and scrunch my nose before looking up at him with embarrassment. He had texted me, several times.

He crosses his arms. "See."

"I had my phone on airplane mode, my bad I'm usually just not popular," I said with a chuckle. "I got drunk last night and fell asleep."

"So you got drunk and spent the night with Harry?!"

"Yeah," I admit. "Nothing happened!"

"Mhmmm," he says sarcastically, "were you gone all day over there too?"

"No I left early this morning. I was just hanging out with Payton and Ryan."

He narrows his eyes at me as if he's trying to gauge whether or not he believes the story. "Okay, you pass. I believe you on that part."

"Well that's because I'm telling the truth," I chuckle, setting my things down and sitting on the couch where Louis joins me.

"So you went over to his house, to what? Get rid of Heather?" Louis asks.

"Yeah pretty much," I respond.

"Okay, and how did that go?" He asks.

I shrug, "it wasn't hard, I just pretended to be his angry girlfriend," I say with a laugh.

"Okay, and then what happened?" He asks.

"We started drinking and we just talked."

"Mhm. Just talked," Louis restates, not sounding so convinced.

"Just talked," I repeat.

"Why did you stay the night then?" He asks.

"I was drunk and tired," I say.

"Bed or couch?" He asks.

"Couch."

"Sex?"

"No!"

"So Harry still hasn't gotten laid?" Louis asks.

"I guess not, because he certainly didn't get any from me," I said.

Louis frowns with a sigh, "I have failed him."

"Oh my god, Louis," I said. "I'm sure he's fine."

"He hasn't fucked in four months since Sarah left him, how could he be just fine?"

"I haven't slept with anyone since Payton was born," I shrug.

"That's different," Louis murmurs.

"How?"

"Because."

"Because why?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, you're a girl. It's different," he says.

"So because Harry's a male and I'm a female, it's perfectly fine I haven't had sex in more than 6 months, but him not having sex in 4 months is the end of the god damn world?" I state.

"Exactly."

I roll my eyes at him but can't help but to laugh a little, "you're such a stubborn shit because I know you know what I just said sounds ridiculous and you won't admit it. I'll give you props for sticking to it though."

"I say what I mean and I mean what I say," he states with a smirk. "In all seriousness Tea, what the hell's going on? You don't just go to your ex's house and spend the night and it doesn't mean anything."

"We really didn't have sex," I say again.

"That's not what I asked."

"We talked... a lot. Like five hours just talking about stuff. It brought back a lot of memories," I gulp.

"Memories?" He asks.

"Feelings," I add.

"Feelings," Louis repeats.

"Yeah," I nod.

"Tea..." Louis sighs.

"I know, this is all just a big fat bad idea," I say.

"I said I wanted you two to get along, not get it on."

I hit his shoulder lightly and roll my eyes, "stop!"

"I'm just teasing you. Look, I don't have an opinion in this. I love Harry and I love you and if you want to go for him I'm not saying anything to stop that from happening, okay?" He says.

"Thanks, Louis," I said, giving him a small hug and snuggling into his shoulder.

"So you're thinking about that? You and him?" He asks.

"I have no idea," I admit.