Chapter Six.

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Louis' P.O.V.

The house is anything, but silent.

Moans from my over-stuffed bandmates could be heard through out the cabin.

With a sigh, I stood up from the bar stool I was sitting on - watching my pathetic bandmates sprawled across all the furniture.

I threw a pillow at Zayn, who was currently lying across one of the tables.

"I told you not to eat so much." I said.

"Please. It's not our fault you were too distracted by Heather to actually eat." Zayn retaliated, throwing the pillow back at me.

"Distracted? Heather? Me? No. Don't be so ridiculous." I huffed, trying to get rid of my slight blush.

"Oh please," Zayn sat up, "You were so flirting." He winked it me.

"No. I don't like her."

"I never said you did." He winked. 

Damn him.

"You were implying it."

"So you do like her?" He pressed.

"N-no. I-I... I like someone... someone else."

"Oh really?" Zayn wiggled his eyebrows.

I noticed everyone staring at me.

"Um, yeah." I said wishing he'd drop it.

"Who?" 

Damn. Damn. Think quick. 

"Uh.. Um..." I staggered, "I'm not over Eleanor yet." 

Was that a good lie?

Niall looked like he wanted to say something.

"Dude, she's gone, it's over." Zayn said.

"Thanks Zayn." I rolled my eyes.

"Welcome. Oh. I also got Heather's twitter for you bro." Zayn held a piece of paper out to me.

"I don't need a wing man." I said, but took it anyway.

"Thank me later." 

"Whatever." I mumbled, walking down to the movie room.

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"Hey Lou." Harry walked in the room, "Can I join you?"

"Oh, I was about to leave. I'm tired." I lied.

Disappointment clear on his face. "Oh, well, how about we share a bed tonight?" 

"Sorry, Haz. I get claustrophobic at night." I lied again.

"Oh," He sighed, "It's just that we haven't hung out much today."

"I'm sorry."

"It seems like you're avoiding me." He looked straight in my eyes.

"No! I would never avoid you." I said looking at the ground.

Harry didn't seem sure. 

"Night." I rushed out and flopped on my bunk.

I closed my eyes, escaping into a vast dark sea.

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 My phone buzzed.

Again, and again.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

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