Louis felt dirty and nauseas, he slowly got up from the bed, putting on his jeans as he did so.

Harry just left without even a second glance. Truth be told how did he think it would end? Harry would whisper sweet words while holding him in his arms?

As if.

But at the same time that could have happened, it has happened before.

Louis didn't hear any music come in through the door, a glance at the clock near the bed showed it was half past three. Was everyone gone?

He sniffled and wiped away his dried tears. Harry will not see him cry. Harry will not see how he makes Louis feel, broken and vulnerable. He will not let Harry see how he is truly affecting him.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes, and wiped the sweat off his forehead on his jeans. He found his beanie carelessly on the side of the bed, miraculously his glasses had survived the rough sexual event and were just slightly tilted.

Taking a deep and calming breath he made his way out of the door, surprise at the fact that there in fact was only a dull bass playing and people were lying carelessly on the floor, deep snores emitting from their mouths. The room was not as stuffed as before so how long exactly had he been in the room for?

Time seemed to have just slipped by.

However carefully over stepping the sleeping bodies, assuming everyone else who wasn't too drunk had probably gone home. Which brought back to his earlier question from weeks before...whose house was this? He (hours prior) assumed it was Alexa's, and that she was friends with the guys. (Probably cause she let them have sex with her anytime)

And yeah so what if Louis was trying to keep his mind busy and directing his anger towards someone else?

He heard laughing voices coming from the kitchen. He couldn't help but halt in his steps as he remembered the last occurrence he had in that kitchen. It hadnt ended well, and he was sure it would not end well now.

"Well look if it isn't Harry's bitch." He heard Zayn's crude voice say and people let out laughter.

He swallowed dryly and wanted to just sneak back away but he knew that would just show him being a child. He was not going to let them show their words got to him.

When he walked inside he felt their eyes on him and he didn't look down. He let his eyes land on each of their bemused faces, except for Liam who held nothing but pity. Louis didn't want pity he didn't want anything especially from them.

"Niall can you take me back to our dorm?" Louis asked his eyes landing on the other lads blue ones.

"No, can do sorry mate. Zayn brought us...ask him." Niall said his face showing clear sorry.

That was the last thing Louis wanted to do.

"I guess, I'll just walk."

"I'm pretty sure if you traded a ride for a blowjob with Harry he would take you home...maybe you already let him do both." Zayn said.

That was it.

Louis walked over to Zayn whose expression didn't change as the smaller lad came close to him.

Louis made his small hand into a fist and collided it with Zayn's perfectly sculpted cheek. "Shut up." Louis said through his teeth.

"You little brat. Harry should have put you in your place long ago." Zayn said standing up and tilting back the chair he had been sitting on.

Louis felt small as Zayn's larger angrier form towered over him. In moments Liam was by his side, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. The effect was almost instant, Zayn's whole posture changed from tense to slack as he looked at whoever touched him. Liam just shook his head and grabbed his hand and lead him away.

Alexa was standing by the counter, her face holding an amused smirk. "If you're looking for Harry...I'm pretty sure I saw him going upstairs with Jamie...you could always check." She said crossing her arms in front of her.

Louis didn't even say anything, he just sighed and turned to walk around, but someone's body stopped him. He collided with a hard chest, to which seconds later a hand wrapped around his waist pulling him to his side. Louis looked up and was met with Harry's stormy eyes.

"Shut up Alexa, you know fully well I haven't been upstairs with anyone."

"Come off it Styles, this is my place and I can say what I want. Not my fault if I see what I see." She said.

"Why are we still even acquaintances." He spoke out, his voice on the verge of sarcasm.

"Because we've fucked too many times to deem it more or less of that." She replied swiftly.

Harry didn't say anything along the lines of agreeing or disagreeing with it.

"And Zayn, he is in his place." Harry replied coldly. Louis narrowed his eyes.

"E-excuse me, I'm not in any place, fuck off." he replied angrily.

Harry raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on the top of the back Louis' jeans. "Should I tell everyone of how you just came all over my hand with just a simple touch? How you just gave yourself up?" he whispered hotly against Louis' ear.

Louis tensed up, and Harry backed away, a smirk on his face. Louis didn't say anything, instead he looked down and wished for the ground to swallow him up.

"Come on babe," Harry said. Louis felt his hand trail down his side to his arse, where he felt a strong but quick grab at it.

Louis calmly, took Harry's hand and pushed it away. "I rather get kidnapped on my walk back there than go anywhere with you." He replied stiffly.

Harry cocked an eyebrow and his smirk turned to a frown for only a second before it was back on. He leaned down, his head by Louis' ear. "Remember your own words Lou." He whispered.

Louis pushed him away, and crossed his arms. "You made me say th-" he started to say.

Harry shook his head, his brown curls bouncing across his forehead. The act almost boyish had it not been the way his eyes were clouded over with anger, as with the way his lips were curled up into a daunting grin.

"I haven't made you do anything Lou." He said and he brought his hand up to cup Louis' cheek. While his other hand, went up to the back of his neck holding him in place. Louis glared at him, but said nothing, "I'm not forcing you to do anything Lou. You're doing it all by yourself." He said a smirk prominent on his dark full lips. "I didn't force you to say you were mine just as much as I didn't force you to cum all over my hand." He continued. "But just as well I am telling you that unless you want to confine yourself to the well being company of some other drunken bastard in one of these rooms I assume you should follow me, and I will gladly take you somewhere else."

He let Louis go, and it was quiet in the room. Louis bowed his head and let Harry guide him out of the room. Once they were out of the view of everyone else Harry pushed Louis against the front door, the wood hitting Louis' back harshly, he gasped in pain as Harry stared down at him.

He looked like he was about to say something, but instead he leaned down and crushed his lips against Louis'. While both of his hands held Louis by the waist, bringing his body closer against him.

Though it took Louis everything in him, he kept his lips sealed tight, not even gasping as he felt Harry's hands brush against the skin at his back, bringing fire where he touched.

Harry pulled away, and after a moment Louis opened his eyes. Harry's were still closed, soon he let out a sigh and they opened revealing jade pools of color. Wordlessly Harry opened the door and pulled Louis out to the crisp air, making Louis realise he forgot his sweater, but he didn't really want to go back in there so he didn't say anything.

There was a scattering of cars left, and Louis tried to remind himself why he even went there in the first place? Because Harry said he did want something real with him? Because Harry said he wasn't lying?

He seemed to have forgotten the whole reason.

Out of nowhere he heard Harry's familiar murmur. "The kiss...back in the room, it was part of the game. It meant absolutely nothing, after you walked out I stopped it, it's just." At this point he stopped walking. "When you saw me kissing her what did you feel? Anger? Jealousy? Like she had no right touching me in such a way?" He asked.

Louis didn't respond instead he walked ahead of Harry. His hand came out and grabbed his wrist, turning him towards Harry.

"Words. Use words for damn sakes Louis." He demanded.

"Yes. Happy? Yes, it made me angry, jealous and everything else. How could you just do that Harry?" Louis finally shouted.

Harry wasn't taken aback whatsoever instead he walked closer to Louis. "But I am not the only one at fault here Louis! You, you basically offering yourself to any person with a dick. Letting that prick touch you like that, how do you think that made me feel?"

Louis snorted, shaking his head. "You can't control every aspect of my life Harry. Especially if you're not anything to me. What are we even? Cause all I know is you basically just want to have your way with me and drop it, is that it?" He shouted back. "Why do you care what I do? You're nothing to me. You don't care about me, and I-I shouldn't give a damn about you."

Harry didn't say anything, he expected Louis to go on, which he did. "You don't think I don't know how this will play out? I'm probably just a good toy to you aren't I? Some flimsy little twink you can have anytime you feel like it. Is that it? Cause that's what everybody says."

"Why do you give a damn about what anyone else says?" Harry said.

"Cause they're probably right." Louis shouted.

He shouldn't be here if he had stayed sensible he would be in his room sleeping, and preparing to study later today for whatever class tomorrow. Not here.

"Know what. Screw you, I am done here." Louis said after Harry didn't even try to deny his words.

He turned on his feet and walked away.

"No, you are not done here." Harry finally said and Louis heard his rapid footsteps as Harry quickly caught up to him. His car was only a few feet away and that's exactly where Harry pulled him towards after grabbing onto his wrist.

Louis glared at the back of Harry's head but let himself be pulled. However when Harry opened the door for him, Louis just gave him a pointed look and stood his ground.

Harry smiled, his dimples popping out as he looked back at Louis amused. Louis sighed, "I am-" but he shrieked as Harry grabbed him by the sides, easily lifting him up and putting him in the seat. It left Louis dizzy and surprised, giving Harry the time to close the door as he slid in as well.

Louis turned to open the door but it was locked.

"You're kidnapping me." Louis said.

Harry laughed as he clicked something and Louis could finally open the door.

"Okay. Leave." Harry said.

Louis had his hand on the door handle, but he looked again at Harry who was watching him with intrigued eyes.

Patiently he waited. Louis almost did open the door but at the same time something told him to stay.

Shamefully Louis placed his hands on his lap.

"Thought so." Harry said.