Under Your Nose : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Louis POV : Part 10

I go to my room as soon as we get home and I close the door behind me.  I can tell I will be spending a lot more time in here just so I can be alone.   I do feel bad that Jill feels the need to go home.  I know I have a large part in not making her feel welcome.  I haven't been the easiest person to get along with lately.  I am trying but I am just not in the mood.  She should understand how I am feeling.  She is hurting too.  The truth is I don't really want her to go.

I check my phone to see if I got any text messages.  I must check my messages a few hundred times a day in hopes to see a message from Eleanor saying she made a mistake.  I would gladly take her back if she would want to.  Each day that goes by I fear more and more that she is already over me and here I am holding onto hope like an idiot.  I don't know how many times a day I type out a message to her saying I miss her then erase it before I do something stupid like send it.

It sounds pretty quiet, I wonder what Harry and Jill are up to.  I slowly get out of bed and make my way to the door.  I open the door to find the rest of the house is pitch black.  They must have gone to bed.  I take a quick peak in Harry's room to see Harry sleeping on his back and his arm stretched out over Jill who is lying on her side.  Neither of them look very comfortable.  It is my fault she's sleeping in here.  I think I'd rather her sleep on the couch.  She shouldn't have to sleep with Harry.

I clear my throat to try to wake them up and grab their attention.  It takes me a few tries but it finally works.  They both open their eyes.  Harry turns on the light on his bed side table.  "Is everything ok?" he groggily asks.

"I just saw how uncomfortable you were and wanted to say that she doesn't have to sleep in here.   And also goodnight."  I feel so stupid.  I shouldn't have opened my big mouth.

"That's alright, I don't mind sleeping in here," Jill says and that doesn't sit right with me.  Now I think I rather her sleep on the couch.

"Can we go back to bed now ?" Harry asks, sounding a little annoyed.

"Yes, of course, sorry."  I walk back to my room kicking myself.  What is wrong with me?  All of a sudden I can't get the idea of those two together out of my head.  The more I think about it, the more angry I get.  I can't take it anymore.  I pick up my phone and text Eleanor and hope she responds.  I need her more than ever. She just has to take me back.