You, Me And Him (Harry Styles)

Untold (PART 12)

He looked at me as if he were about to cry. I stepped a bit closer to him. I didn't know if I should hug him and pretend all of this didn't happen, or I should keep my tone low and cold.

He half smiled at me. He truly did look adorable.

As he stood there looking like a little child, I decided to break the silence.

"Hey, Tommo" I said, smiling at him. This was awkward.

"Hey, beautiful" he answered back.

He seemed like a little hamster baby. I know that comparishment was weird.

His smile faded, and so did mine.

He opened his mouth, but closed it slowly after.

There was an awkward silence between us, but this was far better than fighting over some random things.

"I'm really sorry. For everything" he said, "the truth is, that it hurts me on the inside when I see the 2 of you. You seem so happy and the only chance I had to love you, was the chances I blew." he finished.

After a while he spoke again.

"I really like you. I know you like me too, but after all this I know it can't be so easy for you to show what you feel."

He spoke like he thought I actually felt more than friendship...

Hope he knew I liked him as a friend, and only that. How could I love him if I loved Harry? Is it even possible? Show my feelings..? What did he mean? Huh?

I simply said,

"I like you too, Boo bear." I smiled a nice, FRIENDLY smile.

"I know you do. You even like me more than this." now he looked at me the way Harry does.

Like he wanna kiss me

He grabbed my hands, quickly placed them behind his neck, pulled up my chin and kissed me.

His lips on mine. It felt weird. I didn't know how to describe it... It just didn't feel right.

Something about the kiss made me feel good, but wrong at the same time when I came to think of Harry.

I'd let him kiss me just this one time, to test if there is something...

Louis misunderstood that I didn't pull away and thought I liked it.

The kiss got a bit rougher, and his hands were everywhere!

I tried to get my mouth away from his, but it was impossible. Our mouths' were linked together. Which meant I couldn't tell him to stop, and I could barely breath.

He pushed me up against a wall, robbing his lower part gainst me.

I tried to scream, but the noise came out sounding more like a whale raping a bird which seemed to get him even more in the mood, as I felt a hard lump in front of his pants. This could not be happening.

This went on for a while, before someone knocked on the door. That got him to stop. He looked up at the door in surprise. He forgot about time and place... He looked down at the hard lump

"oh, crap" he said.

I was still shocked over the whole situation, but I was happy it didn't get further.

He looked at me, but I didn't return his glare.

"sorry we didn't finish this" he said, with a cocky smile.

I wasnt sorry... At all.

I couldn't speak, and I wanted to yell how much I hated him, and that I wouldn't accept his apology. Just like a little child.

We sat there, silently. He was waiting for his 'friend' to disappear.

And as I heard a familiar, Irish accent asking If I were ok, the door opened.

Niall came in

"hey, guys. What's---" he paused, and turned bright red. He looked down at Lous'... You know, and walked out, shutting the door close behind him.