A familiar blonde guy approached with a couple of suitcases and a guitar hanging in his back. He gave us a crooked smile and stat exhausted next to Zayn.
" 'ello" He muttered
"NIALL!" Louis jumped and sat forcefully on his lap, making him grimace in pain
"I've missed you mate" Lou said wrapping his arms around Niall, trapping him on the chair.
"Louis" he sighed "are you twenty or two?" He laughed
"I'm forever young, my friend, forever young" Louis laughed and sat next to him
"Met any fit girls, eh?" Zayn asked from behind his IPod
"Not really" Niall said disappointed "The last fit girl I met was Emma" He said and pointed at her, making her blush
I raised my eyebrows and stared at him. "What?" he said, clueless
I shook my head and got up "C'mon, we have to leave"
"We bought you pound cake, Niall" I heard Emma say to him and a weird sound, which I supposed was coming from the bag
"Thank you beautiful!" He said and placed his arm around Emma's shoulder
Why does everyone keep touching her today?
We got to the car and drove to my place. There were still three hours left for Liam to arrive, so we had to figure out something. Emma suggested we watched a movie, more specifically, Marley and Me, to kill time.
She rested her head on my chest as my arm hung across her shoulders. Louis was sitting next to her, tickling her feet now and then making her giggle and move violently every time he touched them.
"Could you stop?" I hissed
"Party pooper!" Louis laughed
"We're just having fun Harry, chill" Emma croaked and sat up. I grabbed her by the wrist in an attempt to pull her closer, but she refused and leaned to the back of the chair.
In no time, I felt Emma sobbing heavily as the scene of Marley dying appeared on the screen. Louis put his arms around her and she clasped herself to his chest, making his shirt all wet. Jealousy ran trough every inch of my body.
I pulled her legs over my lap and she bent them under her quickly, pulling them away.
"What the actual fuck?" I muttered under my breath
I couldn't, I just couldn't watch the movie. My eyes were set on her face resting oh-so-comfortably upon Louis' chest and his arms wrapped around her.
SHE'S MINE, GET OFF HER YOU PRICK
The problem is, she wasn't. Not yet, at least.
Niall started clapping and sobbing lightly as the screen turned black.
"I love this movie" He said and wiped a few tears from his cheek
"You're a pussy Niall" Louis joked
"Hey!" Emma complained "I'm crying too!"
"But you're a girl, he's a guy for god's sake" Zayn laughed
I looked at the clock and got up "We should go" I said and went trough the door quickly
Louis' POV:
Emma yawned and stretched as she sat up. I was utterly distracted trough-out the whole movie. I mean, there she was, all around Harry, her feet so tentatively close to my hands. And boy how I love to tickle someone. Harry as a party pooper/ jealous thing he is, complained and ruined everything. After that, Emma leaned off of him and decided to rest herself on top of me. Yes! Take that Hazza! Karma is a bitch, isn't it?
Well, back to what I was saying. I got up and teased Emma a little, pushing her lightly making her fall back on the couch. I felt some arms clasping around my legs and stopped abruptly to turn around
"Lemme go!" I demanded
"This is for making me fall" She laughed and pulled me closer, making me loose balance and fall flat on top of her. "Ouch!" She protested as I felt her belly rising up and down quickly along with her laugh. I looked up and saw Zayn's disapproving look before he turned around and left. I shook my head, got up and cleared my throat
"We should go" I said
"Ugh" she complained and got on her feet too. She grabbed my arm preventing herself from falling, but little did she know that my skin felt tingly and burned at her touch.
What the fuck is wrong with you Louis? Eleanor, ELEANOR
But the thing is, Eleanor had completely forgotten about me. She didn't even call me on my birthday and according to her cousin's pictures on Facebook, she was having an AWFUL time with dozens of French boys in a club. We weren't on the best terms of a relationship and I was pretty sure she didn't dump me before she left because she didn't want me to have a bad Christmas or anything. So who fucking cares about Eleanor now? Not me.
I grabbed Emma by her waist and plopped her on my shoulder. She giggled as we made our way to the bottom of the stairs where intense disapproving looks pierced trough us. I pulled her down and walked to the car, where Harry sat quietly looking trough the window. Emma got inside and sat next to Harry, he pulled his arm around her and kissed her softly on her forehead before she leaned and closed her eyes. She whispered something in his ear and he smiled widely, planting another kiss, and another, and another kiss on her forehead. She snickered and readjusted herself more comfortably on his chest. For a moment there I had forgotten she was with Harry now, and she was completely off limits. This was going to be a fucking long ride.