Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"He Said He Loves You."

J A N I S S A

Louis stayed last night, both of us knowing damn well Harry would go crazy if he found out. After I had stormed out of the house, Louis followed me, giving me a ride back to my place. I didn't want to be there in general, let alone alone. The living room still smelt of bleach, and my bed was still stained with blood from the previous events that night.

"I'll take care of it." Louis breathed. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, before the tears began. Louis silently made up my bed, taking the spot Harry would normally occupy, and motioning me towards him. I took a few steps towards him, then froze on the spot. My feet would no longer move, but my body wouldn't stop shaking.

"Why, Lou?" I whisper. He meets me the rest of the way before taking me into his arms. Everything about him felt wrong. He was much smaller than Harry, he was weaker than Harry, he was colder than Harry. But I needed to comfort to much to untangle myself from him.

"Look at me," He whispered, placing his hand underneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "he's stupid if he passed up on marrying you, okay?" He led me to the bed, where I now lay. Louis is fast asleep beside me, but I can't manage to close my eyes in this house for longer than a moment. All the events of tonight, and those that happened in this house had drove me from the brink of sleep multiple times.

I rolled my body over to face Louis, his facing me as well. I watched how he slept, he was peaceful. I wished I was able to sleep, but every-time I closed my eyes, I saw everything. I saw Harry's body laying lifeless on the floor, the blood everywhere. I saw him with his back to me when he broke my heart. Everything just came flooding back.

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Waking up wasn't much easier than falling asleep. I was basically awake all night, only knowing it was morning by the light shining through the window. Louis was still sleeping when I attempted to get out of bed, taking ten minutes only to sit up. A knock at the door forced my body to do what I could not, making my feet carry me down the stairs, and to the front door.

Opening it, I was surprised to see the blonde haired boy I had grown to love. He stood up to my stomach, in his pajama pants, holding that monkey he's had forever. His blue eyes met mine before he shook his head, and hugged my legs.

"What are you doing here?" I choked out, knowing if Jess was at my door, Harry wasn't far.

"You left your bag at the house." Jess whispered. He extended his arm, handing me the bag. The door opened wider, Louis appearing next to me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His shirt was missing, probably causing Harry to anger for he may be watching us from his truck.

"He couldn't bring it to her himself?" Louis laughed, giving Jess a welcoming smile, hiding his resentment towards the larger man.

"He said he loves you." Jess whispered before walking back to the car. He didn't look back, but I watched where he walked to. After seeing Harry's truck in the driveway over, I followed him out to his car. Harry had his window rolled up, but I could see his eyes were blood-shot. He was hungover, or drunk, but Harry wouldn't put Jess in danger like that. The truck's engine came to life before I started yelling.

"You couldn't fucking bring it to me yourself?" I yelled. Harry began backing out of the driveway as I beat on the car door. Anger overwhelmed me, causing me to attempt to open the door. It swung open. Harry hitting his breaks to avoid an accident. Louis was by my side quickly, when I reached for Harry.

"Janissa..." Harry trailed off, getting out of his car.

"You're such a fucking asshole!" I screamed, feeling as Louis' arms tightened around my waist.

H A R R Y

Louis stood with his hands on Janissa's waist, trying to hold her back from lunging at me. He was only in sweatpants, causing an uneasy feeling to overwhelm me.

"Janissa..." I trailed off, watching as he attempted to pull her back into the house, she fought him every step of the way.

"You're such a fucking asshole!" She screamed as I neared her. Good, its good that she hates me, it will make leaving much easier. But I still couldn't get over the fact that she was with him the morning after we... I left her. "You can't just show up here after last night!"

"Why is Louis here?" I ask calmly, nearing her. She stopped fighting him, he released her. Her body was stiff as she took a few steps towards me. Her hand raised, connecting with my cheek, leaving a stinging sensation. Jess's body crawled from the truck, appearing next to mine. "Not even 24 hours, and you're already with someone else..."

I didn't mean it, any of it. In fact, the words burned my mouth on their way out. I would never speak to Janissa like that, but I needed to make sure she hated me. I wanted her to be able to move on with the memory of me being a complete ass.

"You were with someone this morning, Harry..." Jess spoke. My heart stopped, the air caught in my throat. I had told Jess to keep his mouth shut, but I couldn't blame him. My eyes met Janissa's, her expression shocked. I could see the hurt in her eyes as she waited for Jess to continue.

"Get in the car, Jess." I demanded.

"Who?" She asked.

"Get in the car." I pushed further, more sternly. I may want Janissa to remember me like an asshole, but that was the kind of hurt I would never put her though. Intentional or not.

"That blonde woman..." He finished. I waited for Janissa to slap me again, or tell me that she hated me, but nothing came. She just stood there. Even when I advanced towards her, she didn't move.

"Janissa-" I was silenced by her silence. She didn't say a word. I raised my hands to brush a piece of hair from her face, she didn't flinch. When I thought it was safe, my lips met her cheek, whispering a goodbye. Once I was in the truck, and Jess was strapped in, I stared the car. "It wasn't what it sounds like, Janissa. I wouldn't hurt you like that."

"You already have." She whispered, turning her back to me. I would have much rathered her slapped me, or yelled at me. Anything to show me she was still fighting. But after knowing I was with Chloe that night, the night I couldn't remember, four hours after I left her, I knew she wouldn't look at me the same.

(Double update? VWAT!?!)