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Chapter 25:

Louis' POV:

I was kind of proud of Harry, he had actually cared a bit. We walked back in silence, not awkward silence, no, more of a thoughtful silence. How we had missed being normal lads, doing crazy stuff, being young, living life, without all of these paparazzi's all over us. Back in UK we can't even go to Tesco without everyone knowing. US and parts of Europe is just as insane as UK now. I knew Harry was one of them who had missed this the most. Since Liam and I and after a while Niall, had long terms relationships we wasn't as much fun as the single lads. Harry especially had got so much hate and shit thrown at him by the press.

"Thanks for tonight, you're the best you know," Harrys' gratitude pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Always," Zayn replied with a grin.

We arrived the hotel, when I someone had a grip on my arm and pulled me back, when in the second I was going into the elevator.

"Do you have a second, Lou?" I turned around.

"Harry, I almost thought you were going to kidnap me," I answered.

"But, yes of course, what's up?"

He took a deep breath before facing me, staring right into my eyes.

"I feel horrible," he looked concerned, better not joke about it.

"She was a virgin, you know… and I was so ruff with her… the first time shouldn't be on a beach in Spain with a stranger, Lou".

You could see it in his eyes that he felt sorry for her.

"I'm actually kind of disgusted by my self," he frowned.

"Well, Harry, something you just can't change, so stop worrying. When did you actually get this concern about sex?" I must say, this sudden worrying made me questions Harrys' behaviour.

"I just feel like that's low, even for me…" his words faded until it stopped completely. His gaze freezed at one spot behind me, I knew because he kept looking over my shoulder, as I wasn't even there.

"Harry?" I asked. When he didn't answer me, I turned around. Oh great, just great. Cara.

Harrys' POV:

There she was. How could I be mad at such a beauty? I don't think it's possible. Walking out of the elevator, Louis words faded and my mind didn't quite catch it anymore. I was fully focused on her. She was standing alone, I fought with my self, to not go over there and just sweep her of her feet. I followed my heart for the first time in a while, I pushed Louis out of the way and almost run over towards her.

As I was standing in front of her, I didn't manage to say a word. I just stared deep into her eyes and almost drowned there. Her blue eyes, the souls mirror, she was unhappy. Her eyes told me.

"Harry…" she said, as she looked a bit down at her feet. I placed one hand under her chin and lifted it up, making our eyes connect once more.

"Yes?" I asked her. Her eyes started floating in a pod of water, it welled over and tears started running down her slightly pink cheeks.

She rested her head on my chest, Louis was now by my side. Even though I knew he wanted to say something, and it wasn't nice, he felt the mood of the conversation and let it go, standing a few feet away.

"I has to be like this… forever," the last word almost a whisper.

"No, it doesn't." I protested.

"You're not happy, I can tell. Let me help you… please Cara, let me do something," I almost begged at my knees.

"I have a promise to stick to," she said between the tears.

"What kind of promise?" I started to worry a bit, how could it be so horrible that she cried, but still so important that she'd stick to it?

"I only have a few minutes, so just listen, okay?" she said. I nodded and started to listen to her story. I saw that it had been a big burden to have on her shoulders. She looked more and more relieved after telling me every single detail. She was really in the glue. Stuck in her decision.