A Rose By Another Name

A Rose By Another Name

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Maybe Louis wasn't going crazy. Maybe Harry really did feel the same and he just didn't believe that someone like Harry could love someone like him. "I can't quite explain what I feel for him," said Louis, his words slurring. He had stumbled into Liam's hotel room and in his drunken state, Louis was whispering out everything he felt for the youngest member of One Direction. "I think it's called love, mate." A rose had always been a symbol of love for Louis. From a young age, he had shown his affections for people through flowers and of course, he had associated romantic love with roses. He thought Eleanor was his rose and maybe for a while she was, but it seemed that Harry was rapidly becoming a rose by another name.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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