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A few days later, Harry had finally stopped pestering me about what had happened with Louis, as after that night's revelations about me seeing Louis naked he had begun to suspect that Louis and I had done a lot more than we were letting on.
"Harry, I haven't had sex with Louis." I whined, putting my head in my hands as he continued to quiz me.
"Then why have you seen him naked?" he asked immediately.

"Because, the other night after the party, I was so drunk I came onto him. I was going to have sex with him but then we came to our senses, he told me he couldn't do it to Eleanor and walked off." I lied,gazing at my bedroom door and wishing that I could be outside with the rest of the boys who were having a water fight. However, Harry had other plans and insisted on talking to me.
"Believe me yet?" I asked, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Not really." he told me and I groaned, once again dropping my head back down onto my desk. "If you didn't have sex then why didn't you just tell me?" he asked.
"Firstly, I didn't want anyone to know that I liked him, and I'd like it to stay that way by the way. Secondly, it makes me sound like a whore. Thirdly, he had a girlfriend at the time, so he probably wouldn't have appreciated me going on about it. Fourthly, I was completely off my face. It doesn't even matter anymore, I'm over him. Can we leave my room now?" I asked impatiently and Harry finally sighed in defeat.
"Fine, I believe you, you can leave now." he gave in, waving me out of the room as I sprinted towards the door, trying not to fall over the piles of clothing that I had been meaning to pack.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath as I attempted to put my car into gear. It had been two days since Louis and I had slept together, and although we hadn't done it again, it hadn't stopped us snogging occasionally when the boys were out of the room.

I'd just gone to the garage to pick up my replacement car and Louis was the only person willing to get in a car with me, having never seen me drive before. Although, Harry was more than willing to give both Louis and I a lift back from the hospital "Once we'd recovered". He was fucking hilarious.

Louis chuckled slowly at my pathetic attempts at driving. "I'll drive home if you like." he offered with a smile which quickly vanished when I turned to look at him.
"No I would not like that. I would like to be able to drive home in my own fucking car without you telling me what to do." I told him, feeling extremely agitated.
"Jesus." he said to himself. "If looks could kill..." he began.

"YES, YES, I GET IT. You'd be dead and blah blah blah." I shouted, wishing I'd rolled the window up before my outburst as several people turned their heads my way.
"What bit you on the arse?" He asked, pushing himself against the door of the car slightly as I glared at him. After a moments pause in which he looked terrified, he sighed.

"Is this about us sleeping together?" he asked before continuing. "Because I promise we don't have to do it again if you don't want to. We can forget about it completely, we can even tell Liam if that's what will make you feel better." he told me, turning away to look out of the window.

"Is that what you want?" I asked him quietly, but he didn't answer me.
"Louis, stop pretending you're interested in outside. We're in a car park, in a parked car in Wolverhampton. The view is shit, at best." I told him and finally he turned to face me.
"Fine, I want you to be happy, although I'd prefer it if we could carry on." he told me honestly.

"Well good, because I've been enjoying the sex." I huffed. "And under no circumstances can you ever tell Liam about this! Seriously, what are you, stupid?" I asked, trying once again to put the car in gear.
Finally it worked and Louis dared to speak to me once again.
"So, why are you in a bad mood?" he asked and I growled, unwilling to tell him. However, it didn't seem to work and he caught on, laughing quietly.

"That time of the month, huh?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips. I wanted to hit it off.
"Fuck off." I told him, wishing more than anything that he wasn't in the car with me but he simply smiled.
"How did you guess anyway?" I asked, waiting impatiently at the traffic lights.
"I have four sisters, there is always someone in a bad mood when I go home and this is usually the reason." he told me and I smirked for a second, forgetting how pissed off I'd just been.

"Lucky you." I told him, watching as he smiled in return. We both paused for a second before the light finally turned green, enabling me to drive forward.
"You know, I once threw a chair at the wall because I was pissed off and on my period." I confessed, turning in my seat to take in the sight of him smirking.

"Now, I can't believe that, because you're usually such a little ray of sunshine." he said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.
"I also tend to crash my car more often." I warned, my main aim being to scare him, although the statement wasn't completely untrue.
It seemed it worked as he immediately gripped the side of his seat, his knuckles turning white from the force which he was applying on the seat.

"Lou, calm down. I'm a fabulous driver." I told him, although he just scoffed in return.
"Fabulous driver my arse. I'll be lucky if we make it home in one piece. How many times have you crashed this car?" he asked quickly and I smiled.
"This car is new, so I haven't crashed it yet. But I've crashed my other car about three or four times. I was only hurt once." I told him in what was meant to be a reassuring manner, although it only seemed to scare him more.

"I remember, Liam was panicking. We all flew home to England to find that you were out of hospital anyway." he recounted and I smirked.

My mum had completely freaked out when I'd crashed for the first time, and when I was put in hospital she'd phoned Liam and acted as if I was on my death bed.
They'd had to cancel several tour dates, although when they got to England they found me eating a chocolate bar and watching TV, having only broken a few ribs.

"Wait, four times? How long have you been driving?" he asked me and I tried to calculate it, counting slowly on my fingers.
"About seven months." I told him. "Relax, we'll get home fine, we're only about five minutes away anyway."
"I think you mean five minutes and a stay in hospital, away." Louis teased.
"Just because I don't drive five miles per hour." I told him, laughing at the expression on his face.

We continued to (childishly) tease each other for the rest of journey, until we arrived home to find the house empty.
"Where is everyone?" I asked myself before walking into the living room to find a note.

We've gone shopping for a bit. We we're going to wait for you but you took bloody hours, and we decided we could come to visit you in hospital later (ha ha). Anyway, we'll be back in a few hours, Liam. xx

I rolled my eyes at their note.
"They've gone shopping." I told Louis once he walked into the living room from checking the kitchen. He huffed slightly.
"It was nice of them to wait." he said sarcastically, flinging himself onto the sofa where he squirmed about to get comfy.
"They said it would take too long for us to get out of hospital." I told him, holding up the note as an explanation.
"That's true." Louis smirked and I hit him on the shoulder lightly, a smile playing on my lips as I resisted the urge to join in laughing with him.

"Seriously though, how did you pass your driving test?" he asked me, a curious look on his face.
"The normal way." I told him, pulling a 'Duh' face at him.
"You flirted with the examiner didn't you?" he asked immediately and I nodded.
"Like I said, the normal way."