Louis leaves the room after wiping his tears, going to let them know that he's finally awake again, "Guys,-" he gets cut off when he bumps into someone.

"Who are you and why are you coming out of my brothers room?" The woman says a little harshly. Louis looks up at her, "I-I uh I'm a f-friend f-from out of-of t-town." He blushes at how horrible his stutter gets when he's nervous.

"Well you don't seem business like so how are you a friend?" She asks looking him up and down in a judging way.

"I w-worked at-at a h-hotel-"

"So you're the help?" She cuts him off and speaks without any care in the world about his feelings, "Why would he be friends with the help? Did you guys fuck or something?"

"Gemma!" They both turn slightly looking at Niall approaching with Liam behind him. "Don't be so fucking rude."

"Don't talk to me that way and I wasn't being rude, I was just asking questions." She crosses her arms and shifts most of her weight onto one leg popping her hip out.

"Rude questions," Liam says before Niall could get a word out, "My friend doesn't have to explain anything to you no matter who you are. He came for Harry."

"Who are you? Niall why are you just bringing these strangers in here?" He sighs shaking his head, "They're not strangers, Gemma. Maybe to you but Harry is quite fond of them especially the little one." He smiles noticing Louis' blushing features.

Gemma gives Louis a dirty look, "He's fucking the help?"

"Oh for fuck sake." Niall say rubbing his face in frustration because of the girl's ridiculousness.