His Angel ☆ l.s.

Chapter 5

☆Louis' P.O.V ☆
"Am I really that boring?" Harry asked as he continued to drive down the dark road. For the past couple minutes I had been silent, as Harry talked.

"I'm just tired." I said as I rested my head against the car window.

"When we get back to my house, do you want to sleep in the room I have for you, or my room? Not to sound biased or anything, but I have a really nice king sized bed." He said persuasively.

"Hmm..I think I should see them both, before I make a decision." I smiled.

"Whatever you want, princess." He said rolling his eyes.

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As we approached the street he lives on, I realized how rich he really was. A fucking gated community? Who actually lives in a gated community? I knew he was the owner of that club, but there's no way it pays for something like this.

My mouth gaped open when he drove up the long driveway leading to his house. I know I shouldn't be shocked, but I couldn't hide my surprise. I'm involved with someone who could literally buy everything I own and more. The thought of that sent shivers down my spine. Hell, I didn't even know he was rich.

Then I remembered him dropping me off at my apartment complex. He lives in a neighborhood like this, while I live in a moldy, always cold water, smelly apartment. Now, I felt embarrassed of where I lived. He had only seen the outside of the building, but I still felt ashamed. He probably thinks I'm using him just for his money. I feel like going home. I don't want him to think poorly of me, I should end this on a good note. We had fun and that's all that matters.

"Lou, we're here." Harry interrupted my thoughts as he shut off the car and opened his car door. He stepped out of the car, while I continued to sit.

"I want to go home." I said looking down at my hands as I stayed in the car. Harry peeked his head back in and placed his hands on the top of the car.

"What?" He asked confused as to why I would want to leave.

"I said, I want to go home."

"What, why? We just got here." Harry said sounding concerned. He sat back down in the car and faced me. He placed his index finger on my thumb and traced circles on it.

"I just do." I replied shortly.

"Well, I don't think I'm going to start this car." He shot back.

"Why?" I asked shifting my gaze from my hands to him.

"I just do." He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and took off my seatbelt.

"If you don't take me home, I'll just walk." I said as I placed my hand on the door handle.

"God damnit, Louis. Why are you acting like this? You weren't acting like this earlier. Did I go too far? I apologize if I did, I'll step back a bit. I didn't mean to upset you, honest-"

"No. It's not your fault. I just think I made a mistake and I shouldn't be here anymore." I cut him off.

"What?" Harry asked shocked I would even say such a thing to him. He grabbed my hand and roughly pulled me from my seat to his. I hit my back on the steering wheel while he pulled me over.

"Fuck." I hissed as my lower back skinned the wheel.

"Oh no, you're injured. I should take you inside, so I can help tend to your injury." He said picking me up. As he held me in his arms it looked like he had smiled.

"I can walk!" I protested as he gripped on to my legs and neck. He was carrying me bridal style.

"Most people can." He said grinning.