Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
Louis' P.O.V.
                          
"Hi." I said weakly. Harry stormed over to me as Zayn left the room grinning. The scowl on his face showed that he was beyond pissed off. Which, he had a right to be. I fucked up.
                          
"You lied to me!" He said, about a foot of space now between us. His scent overpowered me and my nerves eased slightly. I just stood there and stared at him, not knowing what to say. Anything I said would be used against me so I opted to keep my mouth shut. 
                          
Harry's chest rose and fell heavily showng that he was furious. Angry Harry turned me on a little, but this was not a good time for that. "You don't even have an explanation? You're just going to stare at me like a fucking idiot?" He snarled. Ouch. 
                          
"I'm not an idiot you dick." I spat back. "I'm a grown man and I can do what I please without telling you every fucking thing." His jaw tensed and I could tell I was getting under his skin. I hated arguing with him but he was the one who came storming in here in the first place. I should have known that nothing good would come from skipping my night with Harry. 
                          
"Yes, Louis, but you lied to me. I thought that you were at Eleanor's this morning but you weren't. She told me that you came here instead. Why did you feel it necessary to come here instead of spending the night with me?" His voice had lowered a bit and he almost looked sad. "Am I doing something wrong?" Leave it to Harry to blame himself for my shit actions. 
                          
"Is it really such a big deal that you had to hunt me down? I'm not your property, Harry." I watched as his jaw tensed in frustration. 
                          
"You're my boyfriend! You seriously blew me off to come to Zayn's? And why the fuck does it smell like weed in here?" He ran a hand through his hair and stared at me, waiting for a response. Lie, lie, lie, I told myself.
                          
"Zayn's house always smells like weed." 
                          
"You were high last night, weren't you?" He growled. I didn't say anything and he slammed his hand on the wall next to him, scaring the shit out of me. "Fuck it, Louis! What's wrong with you?"
                          
"It's just marijuana! It's not like it was cocaine or some shit!" Zayn was probably laughing his ass off in the other room but I was too furious to care. Harry was so protective of me sometimes that I couldn't stand it. "I may be your boyfriend but you can't tell me what I can and can't do. I think I can make my own decisions thank you very much." I spat. Harry leaned into me, his jaw clenched. 
                          
"You, Louis. You fucking left me for a plant. A plant. You're pathetic." My heart panged in my chest and I nodded. I had completely ditched my boyfriend for drugs. That was basically the definition of pathetic.  
                          
"Yeah, I am pretty pathetic, aren't I?" I retorted, glancing up at him. His features softened a little but overall, he did a pretty good job of remaining cold-hearted. I just wanted to end this stupid fight and melt into his arms, but of course I had to suffer the consequences of my senseless actions that took place the previous night. 
                          
"I don't even know what to say to you." He said softly, shaking his head. "Do you even want to be in this relationship?" That question caught me off-guard. My stomach twisted a little at the thought of breaking up with Harry. I wasn't ready for that at all and I needed to make sure that he knew that. 
                          
"Of course I do, Harry." I sighed. 
                          
"You sure as hell aren't acting like it. You've been avoiding me lately." His tone still had an edge to it, but our voices had lowered tremendously. 
                          
"Just..." I didn't know what to say to him. The only explanation that I had was a really shitty one. Why was I avoiding Harry? My mind refocused on him and he had a frown etched into his features.