Fix Me
Chapter 15
Louis' POV
"You don't have to work today?"
Niall shakes his head and takes another bite of his cereal. "Got the day off."
"So why'd you escape so quickly when we got back last night?" I ask, sitting down across from him with my own bowl.
"I didn't."
"Niall, the entire way back from the party you were talking about how badly you wanted to order a pizza. Then we get back and you practically ran to your room. You never forget about food."
He shrugs but doesn't respond. Niall is acting weird lately.
"Hey guys."
"Well look who decided to crawl out of bed," I say, smirking at Harry as he walks to the fridge.
"I had a late night."
"So did we, but we still got up at a decent hour," Niall says with an annoyed tone.
"You two both have a ridiculous amount of energy. I need my sleep," he says, sitting down with his coffee next to us. He takes a sip and his face twists in disgust. "Who made this?"
"I did," I say proudly, taking a bite of cereal.
"It's horrible."
"We like it," I say, pointing between me and Niall.
"No, you like it. I can't drink it," Niall says.
"You are officially off coffee duty," Harry says, getting up and dumping out the contents of his mug and doing the same with the coffee pot. He goes through the motions to make another pot, then sits down at the table again. "So, what are you guys doing today?" We both shrug to say nothing and Harry smiles.
"Great. Let's go laser-tagging," he says, clapping his hands together once.
"What?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun."
Niall and I look at each other and shrug, then nod our heads in agreement. We all go our separate ways to get ready. Harry seems abnormally cheery this morning, not that I blame him. He's been sitting around waiting for Lana to give him a chance and he finally got it. I don't know how it even happened, but hey, I'm not complaining. I'm tired of him and Lana both being mopey. It's annoying and it's getting old. They're just prolonging the inevitable. Well, I guess she is more than him, but Harry isn't doing himself much good by being so passive.
Hmm. I have an idea.
Lana's POV
"Hello?"
"Langlang, it's Lou."
"Why hello. What's up?"
"How would you like to spend the day with me?"
I laugh and lay my clothes on the bed. "What did you have in mind?"
"You'll find out. Be ready in ten minutes."
"Okay," I say slowly. He hangs up before I can ask any more questions. Well that was weird. Oh well, Louis is weird so it's fine. I finish getting ready and brush my teeth, then get a jacket and take one last look at my outfit in the mirror
"Lana!" I hear Louis yell through my door, pounding on the wood. I roll my eyes at his impatience and run to answer it, taking my purse off the couch on the way to the door.
"Keep your shirt on," I say, swinging the door open. My eyes go wide when I see three boys instead of one. "Well hi."
"So, change of plans. It's more of a boys day out plus Lana," Louis says, slinging his arm around my shoulder and gesturing to the boys.
"I guess you guys do owe me for that girls' night," I say, taking my keys off the stand next to the door. "What are we doing?"
"Laser tag," Harry says, grinning at me. I raise my eyebrows. "Have you ever been?"
"No, I haven't. But I'm game, so let's go." Harry smiles widely at me and backs up so I can close and lock the door. Niall stays abnormally quiet the whole time while he drives us to the place. Harry is in a really good mood, joking with Lou while I try to get Niall to look at me by staring at him in the rearview mirror. It doesn't work.
When we get out of the car at the lasertag place, I jog to catch up to him. "Niall." He turns as I get into step beside him, smiling at me. "Hi," I laugh, probably sounding confused.
"Hi."
"Is everything okay?"
"Sure."
"You're being really quiet."
"Is that not allowed?"
I scrunch my eyebrows at his tone. "That's not what I meant, it's just you're never quiet."
He sighs and shakes his head a little, then flashes one of his familiar grins. "I'm fine. Be on my team?"
I smile and loop my arm through his. "Of course."
Harry's POV
"You have got to be kidding me." I high-five Louis when we read our scores, seeing that our team beat Lana and Niall's. It's quite obvious Lana hasn't done this before. "Remind me to never let you be on my team ever again," Niall says, shaking his head at Lana. She shrugs.
"I wasn't that bad."
"Look at the score. You were."
"It was my first time!" Lana defends, smacking his arm. He laughs and puts his arm around her head, pulling her against him.
"It's fine. I'll still go in public with you."
I start feeling a little jealous watching them. She pushes against him while he ruffles her hair, laughing when he finally lets her go. She whacks his chest and he feigns hurt. How did they get so close? Louis nudges my arm, pulling me out of my thoughts of jealousy.
"Harry, what's your problem?"
I tear my eyes away from Lan. "Nothing. I'm good. Let's get some food."
Lana sits in the front of the car this time, joking around with Niall whose mood has suddenly and magically been lifted. This is getting weird. He can't....no that's not possible.
We go to a restaurant close by and sit in a booth near the bar. Louis and Niall slide in first, oblivious to the fact that I would want to sit next to Lan. I guess I'll settle for sitting across from her. Niall sits annoyingly close.
"You didn't have to work today?" I ask Lana.
"Nope. She didn't need me I guess."
I do. "That's lucky."
"How so?"
"Well you got to spend the whole day with me," I say smugly, smirking at her. She rolls her eyes and smiles.
"Hello, I'm Dylan. I'll be your server." He smiles at all of us and lingers a little when he gets to Lana. "Can I get you some drinks?"
I would like to say no, you can't and stop staring at my girlfriend. Louis speaks instead, ordering a beer. Niall gets the same. He looks back at Lana, smiling at her again. Seriously? She's sitting here with three guys.
"I'll just have water," she says politely. She's so oblivious to the effect she has on guys.
"I'll have the same," I say sternly, hoping he'll stop looking at her. He says he'll be right back and walks away.
"Harry, you can stop killing him in your mind," Lana says quietly, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. Louis and Niall are arguing yet again about some football team. "He wasn't doing anything."
"You are so clueless," I counter, leaning forward as well.
"How?"
"You own a mirror, Lan. Guys notice you." She blushes and looks away from my eyes, shaking her head. "Deny it all you want. Trust me, it's true."
"What's true?" Louis asks, leaning in towards me to be included.
"Here we go," the waiter suddenly says, putting our drinks in front of us. I lean back so he can reach across to Louis, as does Lana. I didn't realize how close we had gotten.
We order some finger food and he leaves again, but not before checking Lana out shamelessly.
"Could he be any more obvious?" Niall says as he walks away.
"What?" Lana asks, confused again. The three of us roll our eyes and she suddenly clues in. "Oh, come on guys. Who cares."
Well, I do. And apparently Niall does too, but he seems a lot more rattled than the concerned older brother Louis. I'm missing something here. After we're done at the restaurant we go back to the building. Louis invites us all over to Lana's place knowing El will probably be home by now. Niall and Lana go into the kitchen to get everyone drinks, so I take the opportunity to talk to Louis.
"Lou, what's up with Niall?"
"Did you notice too? He's acting weird."
"I know. Did umm.." I look over my shoulder to make sure they're still there. "Did something happen with them?"
Louis chokes on air as El comes into the apartment. "Babe are you okay?" she asks, coming up and rubbing his back.
"Is that a serious question?" he asks when he catches his breath. "Harry, that's ridiculous."
"What are you talking about?" El asks, looking back and forth between Lou and I. "What's ridiculous?" I shake my head dismissively and sit on the couch as Niall and Lana come back into the living room. "Okay then. Let's watch a movie!" she says excitedly. "I say we do a marathon. Romance, romantic comedy, and a horror."
"No! No horror," Lana says, sitting in the middle of the couch with Niall on the other side. "I don't do those."
"We all know that," Louis says. "But that's never stopped us before. I say we skip the romance."
"Holy shit!" I laugh as Lana suddenly ducks behind my arm. I'm not really sure how to react to this...do I put my arm around her? Will that freak her out? Will she feel rejected if I do nothing? She peeks out from behind me to look at the screen and resumes her position, but keeps her arm against mine. She's closer to me than Niall now. Ha.
Wait, what?
The movie finishes and, despite Lana's protests, El puts in another scary movie. I check my phone and see it's 10:30 already. There's nothing I want more than to be able to wrap my arm around Lana and pull her close to me. After last night things finally feel somewhat normal between us. It's not awkward or uncomfortable. There isn't this uncomfortable thing hanging between us anymore. But we still aren't where I want to be.
"Harry, what's up?" she whispers as the movie starts. Oops. I'm staring at her. "This brings up a few memories," she jokes, poking my sides. I laugh and squirm, closer to her instead of away.
"Somehow I never realize when I'm staring at you," I whisper back, smirking at her. She nods.
"I noticed." She smiles and looks back at the TV, smile disappearing when she does. She stays in her position though, her arm slightly behind mine. I try to watch the movie, but I feel my gaze constantly being pulled to her face. She's adorable to watch during horror movies; her face doesn't stay the same for longer than three seconds. She really can't handle these movies. She continually moves closer to me, probably without realizing it, until she's half hidden behind me. I smile down at her and look up to see Niall staring at me. Well, glaring is probably a better word. I pull my eyebrows together and he looks back at the screen, totally disgruntled. What is his problem?
Lana's POV
I feel Harry lean down close to me. "Look," he whispers, breath warm against my ear. It sends chills down my spine. He lifts his finger from his lap and points across the room to Louis and Eleanor who are both asleep on the chair. I feel him chuckle against my hair and can't help but imagine what it would be like to just turn my head and meet his lips with my own. That wouldn't be so bad...would it?
Yeah it probably would. I've slowly been moving myself closer to him, kind of without realizing at first, but then I kind of wanted to. He's so easy to cuddle with, do you know what I mean? I mean yeah, he looks tough and whatever, but he's like a big teddy bear. Plus, I can't handle these movies. Never have, never will.
I slouch down a little more so I can hide part of the screen behind my knees. Harry puts his hands on my outside leg, pulling them to his lap and revealing the whole screen again.
"You can't see like that," he whispers. I look up and see he's smirking at me.
"That was the plan," I say back.
"What's the fun in that," he says, looking back at the screen. He keeps his hand where it is on my legs, and I really don't mind. I look back at the TV and lean my head against his arm. I feel...content. For the first time in a long time.
"Lana, wake up," I hear Harry whisper, rubbing his hand on my leg. My eyes flutter open.
"What time is it?" I ask groggily, rubbing my eye.
"Almost 1."
I look around the room to find it empty. "Where is everyone?"
"El and Louis went to bed. Niall went home. Come on, let's get you to bed."
"No," I groan, pulling his arm so he can't stand. He chuckles and pats my leg softly. "I'l just sleep here."
"That won't be very comfortable."
"I'm sleepy."
He chuckles again and puts his arm around my shoulders. "I know. Come on."
I groan in objection and he gets up anyway. I lay down in his spot, but his arms are around me before I can get comfortable. He lifts me up bridal style and my eyes stay closed as I lean my head against his shoulder. He carries me back to my bed and lays me down on it. I feel around for the edge of the blanket, lifting my body a little so I can get underneath. Harry assists me. He sits on the edge of the bed and my eyes open as he brushes some hair away from my face. His eyes study my face intently.
"What?" I ask softly.
"Nothing. You're just...you're even more beautiful than I remember," he whispers, brushing his thumb along my cheek. His eyes meet mine and our gazes lock, his pupils dancing back and forth between mine. I don't know what to say.
He leans forward and kisses my forehead lightly. My eyes close as his lips linger for a moment.
"Goodnight," he breathes.
"Goodnight."
He gets up and walks out without looking back. My heart is beating a million miles per minute.
"You don't have to work today?"
Niall shakes his head and takes another bite of his cereal. "Got the day off."
"So why'd you escape so quickly when we got back last night?" I ask, sitting down across from him with my own bowl.
"I didn't."
"Niall, the entire way back from the party you were talking about how badly you wanted to order a pizza. Then we get back and you practically ran to your room. You never forget about food."
He shrugs but doesn't respond. Niall is acting weird lately.
"Hey guys."
"Well look who decided to crawl out of bed," I say, smirking at Harry as he walks to the fridge.
"I had a late night."
"So did we, but we still got up at a decent hour," Niall says with an annoyed tone.
"You two both have a ridiculous amount of energy. I need my sleep," he says, sitting down with his coffee next to us. He takes a sip and his face twists in disgust. "Who made this?"
"I did," I say proudly, taking a bite of cereal.
"It's horrible."
"We like it," I say, pointing between me and Niall.
"No, you like it. I can't drink it," Niall says.
"You are officially off coffee duty," Harry says, getting up and dumping out the contents of his mug and doing the same with the coffee pot. He goes through the motions to make another pot, then sits down at the table again. "So, what are you guys doing today?" We both shrug to say nothing and Harry smiles.
"Great. Let's go laser-tagging," he says, clapping his hands together once.
"What?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun."
Niall and I look at each other and shrug, then nod our heads in agreement. We all go our separate ways to get ready. Harry seems abnormally cheery this morning, not that I blame him. He's been sitting around waiting for Lana to give him a chance and he finally got it. I don't know how it even happened, but hey, I'm not complaining. I'm tired of him and Lana both being mopey. It's annoying and it's getting old. They're just prolonging the inevitable. Well, I guess she is more than him, but Harry isn't doing himself much good by being so passive.
Hmm. I have an idea.
Lana's POV
"Hello?"
"Langlang, it's Lou."
"Why hello. What's up?"
"How would you like to spend the day with me?"
I laugh and lay my clothes on the bed. "What did you have in mind?"
"You'll find out. Be ready in ten minutes."
"Okay," I say slowly. He hangs up before I can ask any more questions. Well that was weird. Oh well, Louis is weird so it's fine. I finish getting ready and brush my teeth, then get a jacket and take one last look at my outfit in the mirror
"Lana!" I hear Louis yell through my door, pounding on the wood. I roll my eyes at his impatience and run to answer it, taking my purse off the couch on the way to the door.
"Keep your shirt on," I say, swinging the door open. My eyes go wide when I see three boys instead of one. "Well hi."
"So, change of plans. It's more of a boys day out plus Lana," Louis says, slinging his arm around my shoulder and gesturing to the boys.
"I guess you guys do owe me for that girls' night," I say, taking my keys off the stand next to the door. "What are we doing?"
"Laser tag," Harry says, grinning at me. I raise my eyebrows. "Have you ever been?"
"No, I haven't. But I'm game, so let's go." Harry smiles widely at me and backs up so I can close and lock the door. Niall stays abnormally quiet the whole time while he drives us to the place. Harry is in a really good mood, joking with Lou while I try to get Niall to look at me by staring at him in the rearview mirror. It doesn't work.
When we get out of the car at the lasertag place, I jog to catch up to him. "Niall." He turns as I get into step beside him, smiling at me. "Hi," I laugh, probably sounding confused.
"Hi."
"Is everything okay?"
"Sure."
"You're being really quiet."
"Is that not allowed?"
I scrunch my eyebrows at his tone. "That's not what I meant, it's just you're never quiet."
He sighs and shakes his head a little, then flashes one of his familiar grins. "I'm fine. Be on my team?"
I smile and loop my arm through his. "Of course."
Harry's POV
"You have got to be kidding me." I high-five Louis when we read our scores, seeing that our team beat Lana and Niall's. It's quite obvious Lana hasn't done this before. "Remind me to never let you be on my team ever again," Niall says, shaking his head at Lana. She shrugs.
"I wasn't that bad."
"Look at the score. You were."
"It was my first time!" Lana defends, smacking his arm. He laughs and puts his arm around her head, pulling her against him.
"It's fine. I'll still go in public with you."
I start feeling a little jealous watching them. She pushes against him while he ruffles her hair, laughing when he finally lets her go. She whacks his chest and he feigns hurt. How did they get so close? Louis nudges my arm, pulling me out of my thoughts of jealousy.
"Harry, what's your problem?"
I tear my eyes away from Lan. "Nothing. I'm good. Let's get some food."
Lana sits in the front of the car this time, joking around with Niall whose mood has suddenly and magically been lifted. This is getting weird. He can't....no that's not possible.
We go to a restaurant close by and sit in a booth near the bar. Louis and Niall slide in first, oblivious to the fact that I would want to sit next to Lan. I guess I'll settle for sitting across from her. Niall sits annoyingly close.
"You didn't have to work today?" I ask Lana.
"Nope. She didn't need me I guess."
I do. "That's lucky."
"How so?"
"Well you got to spend the whole day with me," I say smugly, smirking at her. She rolls her eyes and smiles.
"Hello, I'm Dylan. I'll be your server." He smiles at all of us and lingers a little when he gets to Lana. "Can I get you some drinks?"
I would like to say no, you can't and stop staring at my girlfriend. Louis speaks instead, ordering a beer. Niall gets the same. He looks back at Lana, smiling at her again. Seriously? She's sitting here with three guys.
"I'll just have water," she says politely. She's so oblivious to the effect she has on guys.
"I'll have the same," I say sternly, hoping he'll stop looking at her. He says he'll be right back and walks away.
"Harry, you can stop killing him in your mind," Lana says quietly, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. Louis and Niall are arguing yet again about some football team. "He wasn't doing anything."
"You are so clueless," I counter, leaning forward as well.
"How?"
"You own a mirror, Lan. Guys notice you." She blushes and looks away from my eyes, shaking her head. "Deny it all you want. Trust me, it's true."
"What's true?" Louis asks, leaning in towards me to be included.
"Here we go," the waiter suddenly says, putting our drinks in front of us. I lean back so he can reach across to Louis, as does Lana. I didn't realize how close we had gotten.
We order some finger food and he leaves again, but not before checking Lana out shamelessly.
"Could he be any more obvious?" Niall says as he walks away.
"What?" Lana asks, confused again. The three of us roll our eyes and she suddenly clues in. "Oh, come on guys. Who cares."
Well, I do. And apparently Niall does too, but he seems a lot more rattled than the concerned older brother Louis. I'm missing something here. After we're done at the restaurant we go back to the building. Louis invites us all over to Lana's place knowing El will probably be home by now. Niall and Lana go into the kitchen to get everyone drinks, so I take the opportunity to talk to Louis.
"Lou, what's up with Niall?"
"Did you notice too? He's acting weird."
"I know. Did umm.." I look over my shoulder to make sure they're still there. "Did something happen with them?"
Louis chokes on air as El comes into the apartment. "Babe are you okay?" she asks, coming up and rubbing his back.
"Is that a serious question?" he asks when he catches his breath. "Harry, that's ridiculous."
"What are you talking about?" El asks, looking back and forth between Lou and I. "What's ridiculous?" I shake my head dismissively and sit on the couch as Niall and Lana come back into the living room. "Okay then. Let's watch a movie!" she says excitedly. "I say we do a marathon. Romance, romantic comedy, and a horror."
"No! No horror," Lana says, sitting in the middle of the couch with Niall on the other side. "I don't do those."
"We all know that," Louis says. "But that's never stopped us before. I say we skip the romance."
"Holy shit!" I laugh as Lana suddenly ducks behind my arm. I'm not really sure how to react to this...do I put my arm around her? Will that freak her out? Will she feel rejected if I do nothing? She peeks out from behind me to look at the screen and resumes her position, but keeps her arm against mine. She's closer to me than Niall now. Ha.
Wait, what?
The movie finishes and, despite Lana's protests, El puts in another scary movie. I check my phone and see it's 10:30 already. There's nothing I want more than to be able to wrap my arm around Lana and pull her close to me. After last night things finally feel somewhat normal between us. It's not awkward or uncomfortable. There isn't this uncomfortable thing hanging between us anymore. But we still aren't where I want to be.
"Harry, what's up?" she whispers as the movie starts. Oops. I'm staring at her. "This brings up a few memories," she jokes, poking my sides. I laugh and squirm, closer to her instead of away.
"Somehow I never realize when I'm staring at you," I whisper back, smirking at her. She nods.
"I noticed." She smiles and looks back at the TV, smile disappearing when she does. She stays in her position though, her arm slightly behind mine. I try to watch the movie, but I feel my gaze constantly being pulled to her face. She's adorable to watch during horror movies; her face doesn't stay the same for longer than three seconds. She really can't handle these movies. She continually moves closer to me, probably without realizing it, until she's half hidden behind me. I smile down at her and look up to see Niall staring at me. Well, glaring is probably a better word. I pull my eyebrows together and he looks back at the screen, totally disgruntled. What is his problem?
Lana's POV
I feel Harry lean down close to me. "Look," he whispers, breath warm against my ear. It sends chills down my spine. He lifts his finger from his lap and points across the room to Louis and Eleanor who are both asleep on the chair. I feel him chuckle against my hair and can't help but imagine what it would be like to just turn my head and meet his lips with my own. That wouldn't be so bad...would it?
Yeah it probably would. I've slowly been moving myself closer to him, kind of without realizing at first, but then I kind of wanted to. He's so easy to cuddle with, do you know what I mean? I mean yeah, he looks tough and whatever, but he's like a big teddy bear. Plus, I can't handle these movies. Never have, never will.
I slouch down a little more so I can hide part of the screen behind my knees. Harry puts his hands on my outside leg, pulling them to his lap and revealing the whole screen again.
"You can't see like that," he whispers. I look up and see he's smirking at me.
"That was the plan," I say back.
"What's the fun in that," he says, looking back at the screen. He keeps his hand where it is on my legs, and I really don't mind. I look back at the TV and lean my head against his arm. I feel...content. For the first time in a long time.
"Lana, wake up," I hear Harry whisper, rubbing his hand on my leg. My eyes flutter open.
"What time is it?" I ask groggily, rubbing my eye.
"Almost 1."
I look around the room to find it empty. "Where is everyone?"
"El and Louis went to bed. Niall went home. Come on, let's get you to bed."
"No," I groan, pulling his arm so he can't stand. He chuckles and pats my leg softly. "I'l just sleep here."
"That won't be very comfortable."
"I'm sleepy."
He chuckles again and puts his arm around my shoulders. "I know. Come on."
I groan in objection and he gets up anyway. I lay down in his spot, but his arms are around me before I can get comfortable. He lifts me up bridal style and my eyes stay closed as I lean my head against his shoulder. He carries me back to my bed and lays me down on it. I feel around for the edge of the blanket, lifting my body a little so I can get underneath. Harry assists me. He sits on the edge of the bed and my eyes open as he brushes some hair away from my face. His eyes study my face intently.
"What?" I ask softly.
"Nothing. You're just...you're even more beautiful than I remember," he whispers, brushing his thumb along my cheek. His eyes meet mine and our gazes lock, his pupils dancing back and forth between mine. I don't know what to say.
He leans forward and kisses my forehead lightly. My eyes close as his lips linger for a moment.
"Goodnight," he breathes.
"Goodnight."
He gets up and walks out without looking back. My heart is beating a million miles per minute.
Notes
so this took me a really long time today...dont know why.
anyway i hope you like it :D
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thanks for reading.
also i loved the suggestions i was getting from some of you...they really do help me even if i dont do exactly what you guys suggest. they kind of inspire me. so dont stop!!
Love this story :) Just finished after staying up during my exam time.....so addicted ^_^ Keep up the good work :D
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