Heads or Tails ?

Chapter Forty-Eight

Louis' pov

This morning, and unfortunately like many... far too many others before Harry and I are woken up by people arguing, growling and screaming and being fucking annoying, .

Harry shifts into my arms, pressing back against me before he decides to spin around so he's facing me. 

He drapes his arm around my waist and nuzzles into my chest, making his body small so he can cuddle into me.

A low frustrated groan leave his lips when the already loud and angry voices turn into shouts, and I only sigh as I run my fingers through his hair...

"Lucy don't walk away from me, I'm trying to talk to yo-"

"Stop fucking yelling at me !!"

Lucy's voice bursts through the apartment, and then for a second it's like the words stop, there's no sound anymore and it feels like people are holding their breaths. And then the voices come again but they're quieter.

We can hear mumbled apologizes, then some more arguing and ruffling and running around in the room across from us.

Then there's a door getting slammed, a loud, pained "fuck'' before the apartment falls into complete silence.

Harry shifts again until he's laying on his stomach, his body sprawled out on the mattress as he grabs his phone on the nightstand.

"Do they really have to yell at nine in the fucking morning ?" he grunts, his voice still heavy from sleep as he buries his face in his pillow and I move closer to him.

I wrap my arm around his back and crawl half on top of him, enjoying how warm and soft his body is under mine as I run my fingers up and down his back, Harry humming contently at the feeling.

But as I'm getting more comfortable on the bed and nuzzle into Harry's neck and I start to feel ready to go back to sleep, there's a fucking knock on the door. 

It's shy, just two small knocks but it's there, and as much as I'd like to ignore it completely and just fall back into much needed sleep wrapped up around Harry, I know I shouldn't.

I sit back up and mumble a small yes, that sounds more like a grunt than anything. 

Zayn walks in only his boxers, with his head hung low as he fiddles with his fingers and shifts on his feet a bit anxiously.

Harry looks over his shoulder and sighs when he sees him, letting himself fall back against the mattress. He sits up with a groan, stretching his arms above his head before he climbs off the bed.

He grabs a pair of jogs and the hoodie he was wearing last night, moving closer to me to give me a quick kiss before he walks out, clearly aware that there's going to be an important... and probably very long conversation happening in this room.

"Alright, sit." I say, patting the space in front of my legs and Zayn quickly walks closer to me. He climbs onto the mattress and lays down with his head resting in my lap, a dramatic pout on his lips. "Talk."

"I don't want to talk." he mumbles, hoisting the sheets up to his chest and hugging his arms around himself.

"No apparently you want to yell at your girlfriend." I accuse and Zayn glares up at me with an annoyed, but also kind of sad look. "I know you didn't come here to cuddle, so talk." 

"It's just..." he sighs, looking up with tired eyes, bags under them. "We've been fighting a lot you know ?"

And yeah... I know.

It's been almost two weeks now since we've arrived in Brighton, and things aren't exactly amazing.

Well Liam is doing much better, he's almost completely recovered and his wound is healing very nicely, which is a really good thing but otherwise everything is pretty much fucked.