It's like we're 17 again.

lets just say its a flash from the past for one of the boys... and how will he react when he is confrunted by it? read on to find out....


10. Chapter 9

Louis POV • Pain rushed through the side of my head as it crashed into the ground after being punched by my best friend. I held back my scream and just groaned in pain. "What did you just call her?" Harry hissed at me, leaning down an pinning me to the ground. "What? Harry what did he say?" Caroline asked from behind him as she crawled out of bed. "Did you call Caroline...slut?" Harry growled at me. I couldn't think straight. My head was throbbing in pain and I was left lying in a small puddle of my own blood. "Yes" I choked out. "I didn't mean it--" I started but Harry's fist once again collided with my jaw and my head flew back hitting the floor again. I groaned in pain. "Harry stop!" Caroline called out from Behind him. "He called you a slut! He can't get away with doing something like that!" he screamed at her. "I don't care what he calls me! He's your best friend!" she cried. "Sure he's my friend but--" Harry started but Caroline cut him off. "He's your BEST friend now get off of him" she said. Harry looked down at me and slowly released his grip from my shoulders and let me sit up. I tried to get up but the pain in my head was just getting worse. It was like something was bouncing around inside my skull, trying to knock me over. "Are you ok?" Caroline asked sounding worried. "Why would you care?" I mumbled and tried to stand up again but crumbled to the ground. She took my hand to balance me and I stood up, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean it" I whispered. "Calling me a slut? Don't lie Louis... You meant it. I know you did" she frowned. "No I really didn't. I just don't like seeing you do that stuff with my best friend..." I mumbled. "You deserved it... Don't yell at me Louis..." she said.
Caroline POV • I knew he thought I was a slut. Everyone thought I was. I am. I don't want to be but I can't help it. It's who I am. Louis yelled at me so it caused me to do that with Harry-- so really this is all Louis' fault. I shouldn't of taken it that far though. After all, I just met Harry. Harry helped Louis get back to his bedroom and got him an ice-pack, while I sat on Harry's bed awkwardly. When he walked back in he was frowning. So was I. "What's wrong?" he asked and sat down next to me, putting his arm around my waist. "Just...Louis" I mumbled, not even knowing what was wrong. All I know is that Louis is the reason things are wrong. "Your not a slut...he was stupid to say that" Harry whispered into my ear. "And you were stupid to punch him for that" I joked and pushed him down onto the bed, then laid on top of him with our faces inches apart. He chuckled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist lightly. "Goodnight" he whispered and shut his eyes. I tried to roll off him but he tightened his grip and didn't let me move. "Harry..." I groaned. He did nothing. "Harry..." I groaned again and saw a little smile appear on his lips. "Do you WANT me to sleep on top of you? I'm a very uncomfortable blanket" I joked. "We'll I'm comfortable right now" he said smiling, but didn't open his eyes. I rested my head on his chest and fell asleep right away.
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