THIRTEEN

"Want to move things up to my bed?" - I said after a couple of minutes of making out with Louis on the couch.

Because yes, I was making out with Louis.

He kissed my lips once again and nodded.

"Yes curly."

I smiled and took Louis' wrist, taking him with me to my bedroom.
With both of our shirts off and shoes spread all over the room, we slipped under the blankets.
Both laying on our sides, just staring at each other with, what I like to call, heart eyes.

Louis ran one of his hands on my sides, pushing me closer to him and closing the gap between us and tilting his head to fit in the crook of my neck.

"I like your tattoos." - He whispered into my ear, making me moan softly.

"I like yours too."

He bit on my earlobe and started kissing all the way down my jawline.

"Your skin is so soft."

I dropped my head into the pillow, giving him more access to do whatever he pleased with me. I just closed my eyes and let myself go with the feeling of his lips. I felt high, so high that I never wanted to come down again.

"If you say so."

"So kissable." - He whispered.

"Mhm..." - I said, still feeling numb by his touches in my body, sending shivers through my spine.

Louis giggled.

"That's enough for tonight, curly."

"What?" - I opened my eyes abruptly.

He kissed me shortly in the lips and snuggled down the covers, gripping on my torso and kissing my face sweetly.

"We have to sleep."

I pouted for a second but then I gave up, Curling up into him just to feel him closer.

Louis and I didn't do much other than kissing tenderly and sweetly talking until I fell asleep clinging to his torso.
And in the morning was the same. I woke up with the feeling of another body weighting by my side in bed, making me smile and sighed in happiness.

I opened my eyes just to find Louis' features completely relaxed and snoring softly in my ear.

I giggled slightly, not wanting to wake him up.
I lifted my hand and ran his fringe out of his eyes, admiring his bone structure and the way his eyelids moved in his sleep.

He was just perfect.

I kissed softly the tip of his nose and I caressed his arm which was wrapped around me.

"Little ocean." - I said softly.

"Huh?"

"Lou." - I whispered again.

"What?"

"It's morning already. I don't know if you have to do something today, so I just thought of waking you up."

He abruptly opened his eyes.

"Harry? Shit. Is morning already?" - He said, standing up quickly from my bed and looking around to grab his clothes and things spread on the floor.

I watched him nervously walking from side to side in the room.

"You have somewhere to be?"

He ignored me and picked his phone from my nightstand, he sighed in frustration, running his hands on his hair.

"Damn."

He finished putting his shirt on and sat next to me back in bed.
I grabbed his hand in mine and intertwined our fingers together.

"You okay?" - I asked softly, a little scared of his abrupt reaction.

"Harry. I need to tell you something." - He said and rested his forehead against mine.

I smiled at him and pecked his lips.

"Tell me, ocean."

He sighed and closed his eyes. I took advantage of it to steal another kiss from his lips and bury my face on his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Harry, stop please."

"What?" - I asked looking up at him.

"I don't know... fuck. Well, listen to me. I really like you, curly. You're incredible. And I enjoy being with you. But what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have stayed last night."

"Why?"

"I have some things to figure out before doing this."

"Like what?"

"Harry. Shit. I'm a bit confused about all this. I need time. Okay?"

I laughed.

"What?"

"I can't explain it to you. Just give me time. Please."

"I don't get it."

"I'm sorry. I'll try to make things up, but I need to go now." - He said and kissed my forehead.

"But Louis..."

He sent me an apologetic look and walked out of the room. Seconds later I heard the front door closing. He was gone.

After what it looked like hours, I took my phone and made up my mind to text him through the 'rent a date' app, because I still didn't have his number, but then I thought about what he had said.
He needed time.

And texting him hours later wasn't exactly giving him time. Right?

What does 'need time' even mean?

When I finally got out of bed, I stood up and walked to the kitchen just to find the yellow Tulip gently placed next to the money I had given Louis.

He left it.
He didn't take the money for the date.

I let out a bitter laugh and took the flower in my hands.

'Sunshine in your smile'.

He is such a sap.
I shook my head and sighed, searching for a vase to put the flower in.

So, what to do next?

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Three days had passed and still no news from Louis. I was struggling with myself to not send him a message, to not check on him.

I couldn't stop myself from telling Niall what happened after Liam's wedding.
He still wasn't happy about it.

He kept telling me that Louis gave him a 'bad vibe' and if he hadn't reached out to me in those days it was probably because he was playing me.
And maybe, some part of me was starting to believe that.

But the helpless romantic and hopeful part of myself wasn't ready to give up just yet.
So I typed.

'Hey Lou, how are you? Just checking on you.'

I pressed send.
He left me on read.

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I frowned as I stared at my phone. That message I sent to Louis yesterday was still unreplied. Was still on read.
Right now I was at the office, just filling up some papers, but I couldn't seem to pay attention to what I was doing.
I couldn't even focus on my job, Louis was always stinging in my mind.

Maybe he just forgot.
What harm does it do to send another one?

'You left your money at my place, why?'

I pressed send.
He left me on read.

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"So, are you taking William to Roman's wedding?" - Zayn asked.

"I don't know." - I said, oblivious to the situation.

"Why?" - Ed asked.

"I want him there." - Roman said. - "I should probably put him as my best man. I love that guy."

"Hey, that makes me jealous." - Nick said.

"Why do you never invite William to our reunions?" - Liam asked me.

"Can you all just leave Harry alone?" - Niall said. - "He clearly doesn't want to talk about it."

I thanked Niall mentally and rested my back in the backrest of the couch at Liam's place.
We all had drunk about four glasses of wine each and I was already tipsy.

Bringing up the Louis topic, wasn't helping my depression.
Not when I hadn't heard from him in two weeks.

I took out my phone, ignoring completely what was happening around me and entered Louis' chat at the dating app.

'Are you okay? Can we talk about what happened last time?'

I pressed send.
He left me on read.

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But my face lightened up when I saw that I had a new message from WilliamT the following morning.

He replied.
Finally.

I could feel my stomach twisting and my heart racing up.
You're behaving as a teenager, Harry.

But I didn't care. Because Louis had replied to me. And it said:

'Sorry Harry, I'm fine. I don't want the money. Now, please stop texting me.'

I typed a reply.

'Why? What's wrong?'

I pressed send.
The message was never delivered.
He blocked me.

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Ok, sorry for this chapter.
It will get better at some point.

Do not hate me 💕

Besides I'm here to tell you a good news.
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