Two of Us // l.s

Back at the Hotel

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Louis POV

The rest of the week went pretty quickly. I guess it was ok, I would have rather seen my family, but it was alright.

 Eleanor was actually quite nice and understanding, but whenever I spent time with her, I felt a heavy feeling in my chest, an incessant throb in my heart, telling me what I was doing was wrong and that I should stop. But instead of doing the right thing I ignored it and continued doing the wrong thing. 

Like a cheater.

Even though I told her that we were just friends, she still touched me in a non- platonic way sometimes. 

I didn't consent to it, but I didn't say no either.

I was very relieved when we landed at the airport the next day, I was tired of all this faking. I was already planning on how to explain everything to Harry. I would say that Eleanor was my ex-girlfriend from back home, and she had surprised me and planned for us to go to Lanzarote, to catch up.  Although I didn't necessarily want to go, she had already booked it, so I had no other choice. 

Then things got a little out of hand and Eleanor wanted to get back together and tried to convince me to. But then I would explain that we were just friends and nothing happened.

Fuck, the tweets.

How was I supposed to explain them? I just had to hope Harry hadn't seen them yet. Even if he had I could just say they were fake or something, right?

Wrong.

I heard Simons Voice echo in my head "You can't tell anyone it's fake, not even the boys"

Shit.

This was going to be harder than I thought, I needed to come up with a better plan. One that pleased Simon and at the same time didn't make me sound like a cheater.

Was I a cheater?

No of course not.

 Eleanor and I went our separate ways after collecting our bags. Not before we had a whole dramatic farewell. Management called earlier to tell us they hired the pap and that we needed to 'put on a show'. This was starting to get old real quick.

 I slumped down into the passenger seat of the Taxi and pulled out my phone, no new notifications.

 I texted Harry:

'Can't wait to see you xxx'

And after waiting for about ten minutes, there was still no response.

I hope he isn't mad at me.

I was so naive to think that, and I had no clue about what was in store for me when I got home.

When I finally arrived back to the hotel we were staying at in London, no one was there. No one but Zayn. 

We still hadn't talked that much since the incident, I avoided him at all costs. I mean who could blame me? I'm sure most people would be totally weirded out if their best friends tried to kiss them.

But it couldn't stay that way forever, sooner or later we would have to talk, so I plucked up the courage to knock at his door, and waited for an answer.

When he opened the door, he looked surprised to see me.

"Er Louis, Vas Happenin?" he chuckled nervously before letting me in.

"Not much, how about you?" I asked, carefully sitting down on his bed, making sure I didn't sit on any dried cum stains, that Zayn had already made while we were away. 

 The room reeked of the familiar smell of cigarettes and deodorant, a smell that never failed to make me feel calm and safe. 

"Yeah, I went down to Bradford for a couple of days, because my mum wouldn't stop bothering me until I did, it wasn't terrible, how was your week in Spain with what's her face? Eloise?" he asked. 

"Eleanor. Yeh, it was fine I guess." We sat in silence, awkwardly, before Zayn spoke up.

"Louis listen, I wanted to say sorry about last week, I don't know what came over me, I didn't mean it. I'm not gay so please don't hate me or-"

I cut him off,

"It's ok Zayn, people make mistakes." I smiled, before pulling him into a big hug.

"I could never hate you Zayn it's impossible, we're blood brothers. I can't think of anything that would make feel that way or anyone who could get between us. You're everything I'll ever want and need in a friend. We'll always have each other's backs, no matter what."

"Thanks, Lou" he grinned. 

It was good to have my best friend back.

***

My heart fluttered and my breath quickened as I heard the door open. I looked up from the book I was reading, (Ben Elton's, 'Meltdown') to see who was there. To my disappointment it was Liam, not that there's anything wrong with him, I was just expecting someone else.

"Hi fellas, it's good to be back."

I slowly nodded, not fully concentrating on what he was saying. Although I was slightly relieved, I still longed to see the curly hair boy waltz in at any minute. 

Soon enough, he did.

"Harry!" I screeched running to him and throwing myself in his not- so- welcoming arms.

He was silent, and as I pulled away I could see a sour expression on his face. He looked as if he didn't want me there at all. I took a slow step back, awkwardly.

I could feel the tension rise, as the other boys watched us when he grumbled,

"We need to talk later."

I gulped, something wasn't right.