What Happened To Narry? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

Sorry for not uploading sooner. I've had some huge tests in ALL of my classes. Sucks. And.... So does this chapter. Highlight of my week: having some peace and quiet to write this awful chapter. WARNING: this has a bit more use of strong language then the others. you've been warned. (ALSO A BIT OF A SEXUAL SCENE IN THIS!)

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"My head still hurts." I complained to Louis, as he set me down gently on the couch. Niall was still in the hospital, but he should be out soon. At least, that's what Ben told me.

"Well Haz," Louis said dramatically. "That's what happens when you don't take your pain medication."

"But I don't to be all like, 'I like the color orange it's so...MONKEY!'" I huffed. "You know, like last time."

"Please, Curly." Louis held up his hand. "When are you going to admit that was fucking hilarious?"

"LANGUAGE TOMMO!" I screamed.

"WOAH! Calm down, Curly!" We both looked at each other before bursting out laughing at our witty inside jokes. Not so inside. More or less. Louis calmed down and put on a serious face. "Harry, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, mate."

"What would you say if I said I didn't want to marry Eleanor?"

I looked at him, dumb folded. "Well, I guess you wouldn't marry Eleanor." I shrugged, but honestly, I was utterly confused. He's loved Eleanor for as long as I could remember. They were like the power couple. After Liam and Danielle broke up from all the hate and pressure, we admired Lou and El. We loved them for sticking up for themselves as a couple. I even gave him a pat on the back for realising his anger about Larry. He was crazy pissed about that.

"What if i told you i loved someone else?" Louis asked, his voice getting husky and low. I was just creeped out at this point.

"I ask who it was." I said, backing up from the man who was now on top of me.

He didn't respond, well i guess he did. He lips came crashing down onto mine. I didn't respond. He was trying to get me to kiss him back, but i didn't want too. He realised me and looked at me before attaching my lips again.

"Don't fight it, Haz." He said into my lips. He tugged at my curls and i let out a moan. I couldn't help it. My hair was my weak spot. "That's my boy."

I let go. I haven't had any sexual attention in a long time and now i was going to take the opportunity. I grabbed the back of his neck and gave him a hungry kiss. I didn't want to make it special. I felt a cold hand slip under my shirt and onto my chest. I growled. He stop piercing my lips and went to my neck. I shook away from him. "No hickey's, Louis." I said sternly. He nodded before ripping my shirt off of me. He lapped his tongue on my chest, keeping his eyes locked with mine. I arched my back and let out quite a loud moan.

His mouth slowly made it's way to my 'V' line. That's when i realized i taken it too far. "Stop." I said, but he didn't. "Stop, Louis." When he didn't listen, i kicked him in his groin. He doubled over in pain. "I told you to stop."

"I thought you liked it." He said, in between wheezes. I snorted before walking outside. I huffed from the cold air, watching my breath look like smoke. I replayed the arousing scene in my head. What the hell was i thinking? That was Louis. I love Niall. I'm a fucking idiot.

"Harry?" I heard a soft, angelic Irish accent. "Harry, is that you?"

"Yeah." I said softly.

"They let me go home early." He said quietly, before walking up to me. His hands in his pockets. We were standing side by side but we weren't looking at each other. "I was so excited." That was a lie.

"What's wrong, Ni?" I asked.

"I saw." He said, almost inaudible. He got that i didn't quite understand or hear him. "I saw you and Louis, Harry." He spat, looking me in the eye, finally. "And to think you might feel something for me. I'm an idiot. Of course it's Louis, right? I mean, why wouldn't it be? God damn it. You even had me fooled for a while with the whole bullshit 'bromances.' To think it was over when Louis said it was absolute crap, but no. I'm such a fucking dumb ass to think you and I had something special."

"It's. Not. What. You. Think." I said, out of air. No. I did feel something for him. I love him, but why couldn't i say it? Why wouldn't it out of my mouth?

"Then my eyes are seeing something different." He said. I tried to rest my arm on his for reassurance, but he swiftly moved away from me. "Don't you fucking touch me, Styles." He moved inside. I sat there for a second to take in everything that just happened, but once i grasped everything, i sat down and cried. I cried till my eye's hurt and my cheeks burned of steamed tears. I can't take it. I can't take holding this in anymore. It's eating me alive.

I grew a pair and walked inside. Niall was no where to be seen and Louis, Zayn, and Liam were all on the couch. Louis looked ashamed, while Liam and Zayn looked pissed. I tried to go upstairs quietly and quickly before they noticed me. "Don't you even try, Styles." Zayn said, coldly. Damn. I closed my eyes and looked back at them putting on my cheesiest smile yet.

"Hi," I gulped, "guys." They just rolled their eyes at me. "How are you all doing?"

"Harry, just go." Liam said. "Just leave everyone alone and go."

"But what about Lou? He's the one who attached me." I said, feeling slightly guilty I just could rat him out like that. Just leave him hanging.

"What? I did not attach you Hazza. Did you forget that I am getting married? You came onto me." Lou said all matter-of-factly.

I just stared at him. No. Gaped at him. "What. The. Fuck?" I said. "Lou... I can't fucking believe you! How could you? How could you lie like that? To your best mates? To me? Or the love of God! You even lied to your own fucking self."

Lou made sure the other guys weren't looking when he smirked. "Let's see who believes the guy who flirts with anything living." Lou some whats whispers to me. I opened my mouth to retort, but i closed it.

"Game. On."