"You're never gonna use a hair-dryer. Are you?" I ask, making her snap her head up to shift her attention from her phone to me.
                          
"It makes my hair dry; so no, never." 
                          
"You going somewhere?" 
                          
"Yeah, I'm meeting Zayn for breakfast." His name alone makes me scowl. The image of him kissing her still fresh in memory. 
                          
"Rory..." I whine like a child, trying my best to lure her to staying back. I don't want her to see him.
                          
"I have to see him Louis. I'm going to tell him about us, you and me." The mere fact that there was an us, it made seemed to make me so goddamn happy. Fuck! I'm going crazy. 
                          
"I can't lead him on after he told me how he feels about me."
                          
He loves her... He fucking loves her. The asshole loves my girl.
                          
"I should come with yo-"
                          
"No, that wouldn't turn out good." She shakes her head, "I can do it just fine. I'll see you when I get back alright."
                          
I sigh defeatedly, "Okay, we can go out for lunch or something."
                          
"Sounds great!" She chirps and walks closer placing both her hands on my shoulder to place a quick peck. But before she could walk away, I place my bowl away and grab her by her hips turning the small innocent peck into a proper kiss as my mould my lips into hers.
                          
Her hands slide from my shoulders to my hair and I feel her tugging at my hair as she kisses me with equal intensity. 
                          
I kiss her furiously, to remind her that she's mine. And even though the asshole loves her, she's mine.
                          
When we pull apart, her cheeks are flushed and there's that beautiful, beautiful smile on her face as she bites her lower lip. "I'll uhh... I'll see you later." She pulls away and quickly turns around quickly making her way out if the flat.
                          
Aurora Lillian Atkins. She's... she's like coffee; delicious, bitter and addictive. I want her. I want her to laugh and be happy with me. I want her to need me. I want her. I can't get her out if my head, and I don't plan on doing it anytime soon. I'm the worst kind the addict. The kind that knows they're hooked, but can't seem to move away.
                          
And the whole thing is honestly scaring the crap out of me. I mean... It's just been one day since we've been together and I'm already feeling something like this... I mean, something must be wrong.
                          
I quickly grab my phone and text Harry to come to my flat as soon as he can. I just need someone to talk to about all this, and my best friend would be the most viable option.
                          
After I'm done taking a shower, I'm slouched on the couch waiting for him when I hear the doorbell ring. I rush to open the door and as expected, Harry is standing outside with an annoyed expression on his face, he'd clearly been in the middle of something.
                          
"This better be something important Tommo or else I'll fucking chop your balls off." He growls, pushing at my shoulders to make his way inside.
                          
"What?" I snap, turning around with a bewildered gaze. "What were you doing?"
                          
"Doesn't matter, just tell me what's wrong." He slumps on the couch, restlessly waiting for me to talk. 
                          
"You were with Nikki, weren't you?" His eyes widen as an indication of how correct my words had been.
                          
"How did you-"
                          
"Rory told me. And it felt nice, hearing it from her rather than my own best mate."
                          
His eyes soften, "listen, mate I was going to-"
                          
"'S alright, don't sweat it." I shrug it off, making my way to sit opposite to him on the couch.