Hotel {L.S.}

Chapter 10

"Hazza, love," Louis whispered. "Time to get up." I blinked open my eyes, Louis smiling at me. "It's six thirty."

I nodded and pulled the blanket back around me. "Sleep."

"We need to go get breakfast and get ready, Harry," Louis reminded me softly.

I groaned and sat up, leaning into him right away. "Tired."

He chuckled. "I know, but we need to get up. Come on." He pulled away and stood up.

"Louis," I whined. "Come here."

"Breakfast." Louis crossed his arms and looked at me expectantly. I groaned and pulled myself out of the warm bed and shivered.

"Did you bring a hoodie?" I asked him before we left the room. Louis rolled his eyes but grabbed it and tossed the hoodie to me. I slipped it on with a smile and made sure I had my wallet before we went down.

Luke was leaving his room and looked at me for a second, immediately noticing the hoodie. Luke knew all my hoodies, he would have known it wasn't mine. He glanced at Louis before tuning and walking ahead of us.

I stopped walking for a second, biting my lip. This wasn't fair to Luke. I looked at him as he walked and felt like I needed to explain everything to him.

Louis took a few more steps before realizing I wasn't following and turned to face me. "What are you thinking about?"

"I need to talk to Luke," I told him honestly. "He's trying and I'm not making it any easier and-"

Louis grabbed my arms and rubbed them up and down. "Take a deep breath. You can talk to him whenever you need to, and if you want someone there, Niall or I will be, and if you want to do it alone, that's fine too." I nodded and leaned into him.

We got down to breakfast and I saw him sitting alone. I squeezed Louis' hand before letting go and walking over to him, sitting down across from Luke. "Can we talk?"

Luke looked surprised but nodded. "What's up, H?"

"I know you know somethings up with Louis and I." He nodded, remaining quiet. "And I know it has to be confusing because I freaked out with you and I shouldn't freak out with you because you're safe and I don't know him that well..." I took a deep breath. "When I left this year for like two months, I was in Utah, not whatever the hell I ended up telling you, going through conversion therapy. You're before all that, and everything before that is muddled and a mess."

"So why is it easy with Louis?" Luke asked. He seemed to be taking it well, which was great for me because I thought he would be pissed all together.

"I don't know," I told him honestly, not looking away. "He just knows what to say to calm me down. He's helping me with understanding that this is all okay and I know you would too, but it's different and easier with him. It's not fair and I'm sorry." My voice got softer and quieter the longer I talked and I finally looked down.

Luke reached for my hand and I let him take it. "Don't be. If I'm going to be honest, I don't really get it, but I care about you. And if you need this, then you need this. I'm not going to throw a fit and try to stop you. Obviously whatever happened really did fuck with you, and he's helping that." He barely smiled before looking down.

"I'm sorry, Luke," I whispered again. It wasn't easy for him even if he was trying to hide it.

"I'll be okay, Harry. Maybe sometime something will finally go our way." He squeezed my hand before letting go. "I'll be okay."

I nodded before standing up and walking back over to Louis. I got a yogurt and granola and some cereal before walking to the table and sitting down next to him. "How did it go?" Louis asked quietly.

"He says it's okay and I know he's not, but he wants me happy and okay. I never wanted to start avoiding him."

"He knows that. And maybe you'll be able to stop and you guys can get back to a place where you're both comfortable. It's hard and messy, Hazza, but you'll figure it out." Louis grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed gently. I squeezed his before letting go and eating while he did the same thing.

Niall walked over and slumped in the chair across from me. "I'm so fucking tired."

"How late did you stay up last night?" I asked him.

"Too late." He crossed his arms and put his head on top of them. "I'm falling asleep as soon as we get back."

"No you won't. You'll be all wound up and shit and be going to the pool." I just smiled when he flipped me off. "Are you going to go eat?"

"I should, but I don't want to." Niall sat back up and Louis stood up, grabbing all the trash from the table and leaving to throw it away. When he sat back down Niall looked between us. "When are you guys performing?"

"I'm at three," Louis said.

"I'm right after him." I smiled. "What about you, Mr. Tired?"

"Four. I'm sleeping in my room. Luke'll wake me up." Niall rubbed his face. "Speaking of, he wants to talk to you," Niall mentioned, motioning towards me.

"I talked with him this morning." I tapped my fingers on the table.

"No, you didn't. Trust me, if you talked about what he wanted to talk about, you'd be in your room." Niall propped his chin on his hand.

"What does he want-" Louis grabbed my hand off the table that I didn't even notice I was still tapping. He rubbed the back of it soothingly with his thumb.

"Let's not get into this right now," Louis suggested. "I get that it's important that you know what's going on, but it'll be better if out waits."