Live While We're Young

Chapter 17

I wake up with a large teddy bear next to me, with one of Harry's shirts on. 

There's a note attached to it. 

'Want a day of fun? Follow these clues to find me and we can have a date. -Harry.xx' 

He's so cheeky. 

I need to take a shower, but I'm afraid I will get my cast wet. 

"Louis!" I scream. 

He runs in quickly. "WHAT WHAT?!" 

"Can you help me? I don't know what to do, I want to shower but I don't know how with this cast.." 

"I can shower with you, I'll make sure it doesn't get wet," he says with a wink, putting his hand on his hip. 

"Oh you shush it!" I say, giggling. 

"I'll paint my lips blue, paint yours red, then I have an excuse to make purple," he says, laughing. 

"Is it time for pickup lines?" I say, raising an eyebrow. 

"That's what she said," he says. 

"I'm going to follow you all day, my parents told me to chase my dreams," I say. 

"Did you wash your pants with windex? Because I can practically see myself in them!" He says, jumping on top of me, pinning me back down on the bed. His legs are saddling around my waist like Harry's were last night, except Louis is being rough, Harry was being gentle. 

"I'm like a fireman, I turn hoes on," he says before I can say another. 

He stares down at me laughing, but then he just smiles. 

I blush, and smile back. I look away, but Louis draws my head back to face his. 

What happens that next instant is complete and utter shock. Louis leans down and takes my face in his hand and kisses me, with a bit of force.  

"Louis.. S-stop..." I mumble, hesitating, but he continues kissing me. I don't just sit there like a rock, I kiss him back slightly. 

"Louis.. Stop..." I mumble again, knowing this is wrong. 

Then after some time he pulls away, his eyes and face red, tears just starting to roll down his cheeks. 

"I'm sorry," he whispers. 

He gets up, wipes his face, and walks out of the room, slamming the door. 

I start crying. 

What did I just do?! I kissed my boyfriend's best mate! Even though it meant nothing, well I think it meant nothing- I was kissing him, I guess you could say as a friend-, I could lose Harry over this! 

I shove my head into the pillow. How would a kiss like that be just between friends?! Louis has a girlfriend! 

How could Louis do this?! I need to talk to him... 

The thought of talking to him starts fresh tears. What if I walk in on him cutting or committing suicide? That'd be awkward. 

WHAT IF I WALK IN ON HIM COMMITTING SUICIDE?! 

I jump up, ignoring my crutches, and run as fast as I can to Louis' room. I jump in and he's sleeping on his bed. I put my ear to his mouth, he's breathing evenly. 

I look through the room and search for any empty pill bottles or something along the lines. None. 

I shake Louis. "Wake up," I say.