Chapter 42

Harry's POV

~~next day~~

~~6:30 In the morning~~

I opened my eyes and glanced around the dark room, it was pretty early, it was pitch black outside, I couldn't see anything. I reached around on the night table and grabbed my phone, I groaned when I saw the time. Why is it when I need it most, I can't ever get sleep. I'm so bloody tired I might as well lay here the entire day. I sighed and switched on my phone, I went on Twitter and scrolled through my newsfeed I sighed and kept scrolling when a picture caught my eye. It said "Louis Tomlinson and Eleanor Cadler at the bar last night" #elounor

What? Wait a minute...that means Louis lied to ME, ok ok so I lied too..but that's not important right now, he was supposedly at the bar the entire time, and lies saying "oh we're at Starbucks" sure Louis...that liar.

He knows when he's had too much to drink, but then he keeps drinking, I wonder how long they were there, Eleanor hates bars so I'm guessing it was Louis who wanted to go. Why the heck did she listen to him?! He's horrible when he's drunk, we all know that.

I turned off my phone and yawned, I rolled on my side and closed my eyes, I tried to fall asleep but there was strange noise coming from the bathroom, almost sounded like choking. I threw the covers off and carefully walked over to my door, I pressed my ear against it and listened, I couldn't quite make out the sound, I opened the door and glanced down the hallway, the bathroom light was on so I went to shut it off, it was then I realized someone WAS in there, so I knocked on the door. They opened it without saying a word. oh...it was Louis, he was the last person I wanted to see...actually I don't want to see him at all. I turned to leave.

"w-wait" he coughed, reaching out his hand and motioning for me to come in. I sighed and walked back to the bathroom, I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms, "what." I said, rudely, glaring at him while he sat on the floor. He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly bent over the toilet and threw up again. So that must have been what I was hearing, but I don't care if he's puking his guts out, I don't want to speak to him, I don't want to see him....ever. ok maybe not "ever" but I can't forgive him at the moment, not after what happened last night....he made me feel disgusting....something I never thought he'd be capable of doing, the way he was touching me and speaking to me made me feel gross, he acted as though he no respect for me whatsoever, like he could treat me any way he wanted and I wasn't suppose to object or find it creepy.

He held out his arms and pouted, I shook my head. He looked confused and cocked his head "what's wrong? Don't worry I won't throw up on you" he laughed, his smile faded. I glared at him and he looked hurt, but do I care? N.O.

"Are you ok?" He asked, wiping his mouth and groaning. I glared at him "YEAH I'M JUST FINE. HOW ABOUT YOU?" I spat, raising my voice and rolling my eyes at him. He bit his lip and held his arms out, "can we sit on the couch?" Why the heck is he even asking that?! He should be ashamed of himself, I know I would've been if I did that to him, but oh wait, I WOULDN'T DO THAT TO HIM I have too much (let me change that) HAD too much respect for him, I'm not sure if I want to be around him anymore, yeah it was only last night but what if he comes home drunk and hurts me? Gosh I hate him right now...

I looked him in the eye and lowered my voice "I don't want to be with you right now, get the hell away from me"

He stared at me "w-what?" He whispered, his voice breaking.

"You know what" I mumbled, glaring at him.

He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. "Hazz...I-I don't know what you're talking about...if-"

I cut him off, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT?! They way you treated me last night-"

"I-I don't know what you mean"

"You don't remember? Well that figures, you were so drunk you could barely stand"

Louis swallowed hard and hung his head, he stood up and flushed the toilet then washed his hands.

"You, uh..wanna talk?"

I would've said no, but he sounded so broken and hurt...I couldn't bare it.

"fine.." I answered, "let's go in my room"

He nodded and shut off the light, we walked into the bedroom and closed the door.