Chapter 17

~~back at the hotel~~

Louis's POV

I hugged Eleanor goodbye and then waved, she blew me a kiss and giggled, then she left. Right now, I kind of wish she would've stayed, because it's just me, Niall and Harry, here right now. Zayn and Liam left a few minutes after Eleanor and I returned, they said they were going to watch Insidious in 3D, I tend to like scary movies, and they're even better when I watch them with Harry, he gets scared and wants me to hold him, it's adorable. Once we went to see a horror movie, Harry ended up peeing his pants, the boys and I teased him for months.

I smiled a bit, remembering all of those happy times, the times we could enjoy each other...I let out a sigh and tossed my jacket on the kitchen table, I told Niall I needed to go lie down for a while, I told him, scratch that, commanded him to leave me alone. I ran into my bedroom and shut the door, I tore off my shirt, put on a pair of sweat pants. I threw my jeans on the floor then, flopped onto the unmade bed, I like my room a little messy ok? I snuggled under the covers and closed my eyes, suddenly there was knock at the door. "Niall go away or I'll beat the crap out of you!" I groaned, slamming my fist on night stand beside the bed. But, to my surprise it wasn't Niall, it was Harry. He knocked on the door again and whined, he pushed the door open and stood there with his hands behind his back, staring into my eyes. I wasn't upset at all, but I was very tired so I came out sounding rude. "What do you want?" I said, burring my face in my pillow. He came over and sat on the bed, he squeezed my foot, then crawled up beside me.

Harry:"Lou?"

Louis:"What, Harry?"

Harry:"Are you ok?"

Louis:"I'm fine"

Harry: "y-you don't seem fine.."

I sat up, glaring at him. "Listen, I'm not in the mood to talk..it would be best if you left" I growled, hiding under the covers.

"oh" he whispered, sadly. He but his lip and sat there pulling at his sleeves while his eyes wandered around the room. I still wonder why he insists on wearing such heavy sweaters in this weather, it's almost Summer and he keeps on wearing sweatshirts/sweaters. I asked him if he wanted to wear a T-shirt the other day, (it was extremely hot) and I was joking around and tried to pull his shirt off again, he punched me, harder than he ever had before. I said I was sorry and didn't bother him about it anymore.

"Look, just go" I mumbled, "there's the door"

He ignored what I said and asked "how was your walk with Eleanor?" I didn't know what to say honestly..I mean it wasn't horrible, but I didn't have a good time. I wished it could've been Harry instead of her... There's no way I'll let him find that out though. He simply nodded saying "that's good" then he asked me a question, which I'd been dreading for weeks...

"Do..do you still like me?" He asked, staring into my eyes and playing with his curls.

I pretended I had know idea what he was talking about, although I did..

"Yeah, we're friends aren't we!" I said, flashing a cheesy grin while playfully punching his arm.

"No...I mean..do you still love me?" He said, which barely came out in whisper. He looked at me hopefully waiting for an answer. I panicked a little bit, I seemed calm, but my heart was racing and I became all hot and sweaty. I don't know what to say, I can't tell him how I feel...if anyone finds out, it could ruin our career, people would end up hating us, and I'd feel responsible, mostly because I think I got Harry to like me, so now he feels this way, I could be wrong, but I can't be sure..

"H-Harry..you're my f-friend..nothing more.." I said shakily, while shoving the blankets off and sitting up, facing Harry.

"B-but..." He stammered, biting his lip and pulling at his sleeves.

"I know, I'm sorry" I said, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"You were the only person who said I love you, and meant it.." He whispered, looking off into the night sky through the open window.

"Well I didn't ok?!" I shouted, I can't believe I said that...

"W-what?" He stuttered in disbelief.

I gently grabbed his hand and brought it to my cheek, he tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip.

Louis: Harry...look, I know I said that..but it was long ago, we were just kids, I didn't what I was doing"

Harry: "No, don't say that..you said you loved me...you said we'd always be together...you said you'd always love me.."

Louis: "And, I do love you...as a friend.."

"I'm only your friend..?"

I looked at him, and stroked his cheek saying,"Hey, don't be upset Hazz"

he wiped his eyes to keep from crying. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I..I don't understand.." He said, raising his voice, then breaking in the middle of his sentence.

"If you think I love you, then you're wrong, I love Eleanor.." Ouch..ok so it hurt a little, no alot, to say that..poor Harry was beside himself, he was trying not to cry, but from what I could tell, he wasn't doing a very good job, a tear slid down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away with his sleeve that he'd pulled over his hand.

"If I can't be with you..I don't see any reason to be here.." He sniffed, choking on his tears and rubbing his eyes.

"Kill yourself then" I laughed sarcastically. I realized how nasty that sounded,but after I'd said it of course, I covered my mouth and stared at Harry. His mouth dropped open, I'd never seen him look so hurt in all my life, tears began streaming down his cheeks, and quickly stood up, stepping away from me. I jumped to my feet, "HARRY NO, I DID'NT MEAN IT! It was joke! Don't think for a second I was being serious" I screamed, reaching out to hug him. He shook his head as tears continued sliding down his face.

"I was being stupid, promise you won't ever do that! Promise me!" I yelled, grabbing him by the arm and lightly shaking him. He muttered "ok" then bolted for the door.

Tears filled my eyes, what have I done?