Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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Louis' POV]

"Louis!" I turned to see Eleanor running towards me. I groaned internally, turning and looking at her expectantly. She walked over and took a deep breath before asking me, "Why ... why did you break up with me?"

"I told you, you were just a good fuck," I shrugged, impatient. Harry was coming to my house and I really didn't want to talk to her right now. She frowned, her eyes filled with tears, "But ... but ... I love you and you can-"

"Wait wait wait! What?" I asked confused. Did she love me? But if we were just friends. It was just for fun, with no feelings involved. In fact, looking at the whole sensation from another perspective, I would surely have noticed that she was asking me out, talking to me, behaving sweetly ... oh shit.

Eleanor blushed slightly, "I ... I love you ..."

My heart was speeding up incredibly, but it wasn't a good thing at all, on the contrary, the kind of 'heartbeat' that comes when you don't know what to do, when you're afraid of what might happen. I had no idea how to respond to that revelation. I didn't love her, I loved Harry.

"Listen ... I-" I was interrupted by a pair of lips pressed against mine. The first reaction I had was to respond to the kiss, but mine as it soon focused on a certain rich guy and I walked away, pushing her away, "Bitch, I told you! I don't like you! I do not love you!"

"L-Louis t-please ..." she pleaded softly, "We look so good together ..."

"But we weren't even together! Can you please get it into that dull head of yours? I never liked you! I like H- someone else! " I corrected myself quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed. Eleanor glared at me, "Who?"

"It's not your business!" and with that I hurried to my car without even looking back, starting to drive.

***

"Louis," my mom opened the door, telling me, "Harry is here ... again."

I chuckled, "Ok,"

She nodded and heard footsteps climbing the stairs before I saw a curly boy with beautiful dimples enter, "Hi Lou."

"Hey Hazza," I greeted him getting up and placing a sweet kiss on his lips, "I have to tell you something ..."

"W-What?" he asked worriedly as I sat on the bed. "Eleanor kissed me," I confessed, embarrassed. I didn't know if I should tell him, but given the latest events I decided it would be better to be honest about it. Harry's face crumbled, then he asked, "Did you return the kiss?"

I shrugged slightly, "Like ... just at the beginning but it was a sort of spontaneous reflex ... but then, um, I rejected it ... and I almost came out ..."

"Oh... ok," he sighed. I noticed that something was wrong. His face looked thoughtful, as if he were worried about something. Wrinkled brows, pursed lips. His focused face was so tender.

I put my hand on his hand, asking him, "What's wrong?" He shrugged, embarrassed, "It's stupid ..."

"Come on tell me!" I pleaded with him, pouting a little.

Harry blushed, avoiding eye contact, then asked, "Er ... is she a better b-kisser than me ...?"

"What?" I asked with a laugh.

He groaned, extremely embarrassed, "It's just that... is she?"

"Because?" I asked, intrigued and amused.

He gave me a dirty look, "Because ... if she's better than me you might like her more than me."

I saw a pained expression peeking through his eyes and I realized what he meant by that question. It wasn't that she thought she was kissing badly, but rather that she wanted to know if I liked kissing her or him more.