The next thing I knew I was on top of her. The rest of the fight was a blur, I’m sure I might have hit her a few more times, or maybe I was just holding her down while I yelled in her face. I couldn’t be completely sure. She started begging for somebody to get me off her. Harry was grabbing me at my waist trying to pull me off of her. When my grip didn’t loosen on her, Liam jumped in to help him, pulling at my hands. Louis and Zayn worked on getting Lizzy out from under me. When we were finally apart Niall jumped between us forming a barrier so I wouldn’t be able to get to her again. Harry escorted me out of the room and outside the hotel so I could have time to cool off. “That felt good.” I said when we were finally away from everything and the cold air started clearing my head. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Lizzy can be a… handful.” He smiled at me.
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Back in the hotel Liam and Niall made sure I stayed seperated from Lizzy. Not because they cared if she got hurt, but because they didn’t want to get kicked out of the hotel for making too much noise. Lizzy had a knot forming on the side of her head and she was holding a bag of ice to it. That put a smile on my face. Sleeping arrangements had to stay the same. They didn’t know any other way to do it. I was calm now so I promised I wouldn’t do anything if she kept her mouth shut. Which she did. She tried to stay as far away from me as possible. I curled up next to Harry, as far away from her as the room would allow and smiled. She was scared of me. Good. It wasn’t long before Harry’s hand went searching for my face in the darkness. He turned me toward him and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I could hear the soft breathing coming from the other side of the room and knew they were already fast asleep. Not like I was planning on doing anything with Harry with their sleeping bodies in the same room, but because I didn’t want Louis hearing us kiss. I didn’t want to hurt him anymore. I smiled halfway through the kiss. Which made Harry smile with me. He started to deepen the kiss and I giggled a little and kissed him back. A loud thud made us jump apart and look towards the door, the same door we left open when we went to bed, that was now closed. Harry and I both looked towards the other bed where one of the sleeping figures was now missing. The side closest to us was empty the covers thrown carelessly on top of Lizzy who was still sleeping. Deep sleeper. A pain twisted somewhere close to my heart. I had been wrong. He hadn’t been asleep. He must have just been trying to fall asleep and I mistook it for him already asleep. I wanted to go talk to him, but I fought the urge. Instead I curled back into Harry and tried to fall asleep. I could feel the awkwardness coming from both of us, but neither of us commenting on what just happened. Harry knew he was hurting his friend, too. He wrapped his arms around me and at some point I finally fell asleep, but Louis didn’t come back before I lost the fight with my eyelids and fell into unconsciousness.
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I woke up sometime close to morning. The first touches of the sun were shining through the window. I heard Harry breathing heavy beside me and untangled myself from his arms. I already knew I was up for good. I started to make my way out of the bedroom and to the bathroom, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I hadn’t been watching where I was going and I tripped over something by the chair. At first thought, I figured one of the other boys might of put the cushions from the couch in the floor right there, or kicked some covers down from the bed in their sleep. I made sure I hadn’t woken them and then looked down at what I had tripped over again, covers shouldn’t be that hard, or even cushions. I nudged it with my toe again and it moved. I reached down and pulled the cover away and found Louis. He wasn’t quite awake yet but he was about to be. I hurried to the bathroom before he saw me. Of course when I was done I was going to have to walk back through. I guess he never returned to the bedroom last night. He just slept in the floor beside the pull out couch. When I walked back out he was staring at the ceiling, blinking sleep from his eyes. He turned at the sound of the door closing and looked at me for a moment. “What are you doing up so early? Were you the one that walked by and kicked me? I thought it was part of my dream.” He was waiting for my answer, but I lost my words looking at him. He looked amazing rumpled from sleep, his hair falling across his forehead and sticking up a little on top. I finally remembered what he asked and my answer. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to kick you. I didn’t know you was there. Anyways I just woke up. I do that sometimes. I wake up and can’t go back to sleep.” I smiled sheepishly down at him. This is the first time I’ve talked to him in a while without one of us getting mad or something else going wrong or awkward. He peeked over at the guys on the pull out couch and started to get up and nodded his head toward the kitchen. I nodded back, I couldn’t find myself to say no. I know it would probably just be best to be crawling back in the bed with Harry right now, but we were talking like friends again. I don’t think I could deny this boy anything right now, for once he isn’t looking at me with pain or hurt or any kind of emotion that would make my stomach twist painfully. He was just looking at me with his soft eyes and kindness. I followed him into the kitchen. He was the first one to speak. “You hungry? Nobody will be up for hours. I can try and make us something, but I have to warn you, I’m probably the worst cook.” He grinned at me as he dug through the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of eggs and shook them at me, asking if I wanted them. “I don’t really like eggs.” I grimaced. He laughed and put them back. He pulled out some cheese and pointed at the bread, “How about a grilled cheese sandwich?” I smiled and bit my lip, “That sounds better. I’ll help you. I’m not a good cook either though.” He smiled at me, “We can be bad cooks together. Maybe with the both of us we can make something decent. You know, like both of our experience together?” He smiled and started helping me put the cheese on the bread. The finished product was pretty good. He never stopped smiling at me, which had me smiling, too. When I handed him my plate to put in the sink our fingers brushed each others and I felt fire trail where he touched. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time, because we had made sure to have no contact with each other. I remembered how he use to carelessly throw his arm around me and the fire it made. I could tell he thought of the same thing as his smile faded. He cleared his throat and turned away to put the plates in the sink. He placed his hands on the counter and took a few deep breaths before he turned back to me. “So what did you think of the show last night? It was the coolest feeling ever being on that stage.” His smile found its place back on his face as he talked. “It was amazing. You guys are naturals.” The longer we talked the more we laughed. When we both stood up, stretching, we looked at the bedroom, where two people were sleeping that would wake soon and look for us. We started walking in that direction and I saw Louis’ shoulders visibly slump. We reached for the door handle at the same time and our hands touched each other. I started to jerk away but his long fingers wrapped around mine. I felt the fire start up and I looked up at him. Once I looked up into his eyes I lost whatever battle my brain was having with me. The voice in my head screaming REMEMBER HARRY! was lost. His other hand touched my cheek and I felt the fire race to meet it. We started to get closer to each other and I felt the fire start to consume my entire body. There was no way to stop what happened next. It was like some invisible force took over our bodies. As our lips got closer together I could read the conflict in his eyes, the same conflict I was going through. Our head reminding us of the people on the other side of the door, but this was something else, something that seemed impossible to fight. His lips brushed mine and I was on fire, the soft kiss turned hard. That was all I could think of was the fire and how good it felt, and how much I had been wanting this. My brain was lost in the burning, so it took a second to register the noise that didn’t fit with all this burning and passion. It seemed like Louis was having the same problem. As my thoughts found a way through all this burning I realized someone had gasped.
