I walk downstairs and into the living room to see Louis sitting on the couch alone.
"Hey Louis!" I said and he looked at me smiling, "Why are you here?" I asked.
"I'm hanging out with Harry." Louis replied.
"Then where is he?" I asked.
"Bathroom." Louis replied.
"How long has he been in there for?" I asked.
"He actually just went in." Louis replied.
"Oh..." I said and bit my lip nervously, "You do know why Harry keeps me away from you guys, right?" I asked and he shook his head.
"I would like to know." Louis said, "Wait--is it because he's trying to protect you and he thinks we'll break your heart?" Louis asked.
"Exactly." I replied.
"I would never break your heart." Louis said, "If I liked you." Louis added.
"What's going on?" Harry's voice asked. I turned my head to see Harry, looking furious, standing in the doorway of the living room.
"We're just talking Harry, don't worry." I said.
"I don't believe you." Harry said.
"Oh, come on! Harry, if something was going on we would be kissing, which we are obviously not." I snapped and folded my arms.
"You probably were kissing him!" Harry said pointing at me.
"No I wasn't! Harry you are so-"
"So what?" Harry asked, getting in my face.
"Annoying!" I said and stood up so we were facing each other.
"Me? Annoying? Well at least I'm not a-"
"Harry you have to trust me! You can't protect me from everything you know!" I interjected.
"Yes I can and I will!" Harry yelled.
"No you won't!" I yelled.
By now, our noses are touching.
"Maliyah, come into the kitchen with me." Harry demanded and took my upper arm. He led me to the kitchen and he sat me down in a chair. He got in my face and put his hands on my shoulders.
"What do you want?" I asked irritably.
"You promised you wouldn't talk to any of the guys and flirt with them!" Harry says.
"Harry, we were just talking. I wasn't flirting and he wasn't flirting." I say and he rolls his eyes, "I'm telling the truth Harry, don't you trust me?" I ask and he looks away.
"I trust you with everything except for guys." Harry says.
"Why? Do you think I'm gonna be a slut or something? Because if so, I don't want to live with you anymore." I say and Harry looks at me again.
"I don't think you're a slut! I just don't want to see your heart broken." Harry says.
"You should know that your friends aren't going to break my heart because of you." I say and Harry sighs.
"If I let you talk to the guys, will you promise me that you won't rush into anything?" Harry asks.
"I promise." I say and he smiles.