Forbidden

"Are you sure you don't mind me going out?" Liam asked, standing in the doorway of his spare room and biting his lip softly. I sighed, having already spent the last hour trying to convince him that I was okay to be left alone for one night so that he could go on his date with Danielle.
"Liam, I'm fine! Now leave, or you'll be late." I exclaimed, resisting the urge to throw a pillow at him.

"Okay." he said, beginning to turn away, before a thought struck him. "
If anything happens, phone me straight away. And I know Harry's at home tonight, if you need him." Liam assured me. This time, I threw the pillow directly at his head, laughing as he let out a soft 'oomph' when it hit him. He rolled his eyes at me before leaving.
"Night. Don't wait up."

And with that, I was left alone.
I was happy that Liam had left. It meant that I had the opportunity to do whatever I wanted without anybody complaining. I could eat what i wanted, watch what I wanted, go wherever I wanted. I'd missed that kind of freedom since the accident, when Liam had taken to watching my every move.

But, for some reason, I still felt like I couldn't relax. The rooms seemed too big, as if anybody could be lurking behind the furniture, or around the corner. The floor was too cold as I hopped towards the living room, trying to keep my feet off of the ground in order to stay warm.
Finally, I reached the huge sofa, and sprawled out on it gratefully. I picked up the TV remote and began flicking through the channels. Eventually settling on an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, I sighed contentedly.

I was just watching as Kim screamed at Rob (again), when I heard it. There was a small bump from the bedroom, and, instinctively, I cowered away from the noise, bringing my knees to my chest as I sat at the far end of the sofa. Then I realized that it could be Matt, and I needed to protect myself this time.
I began tiptoeing towards the kitchen, trying to breathe evenly as I reached towards the drawer where Liam kept his knives.
Pulling the drawer open, I grabbed the biggest, sharpest knife I saw and clutched onto it. Then, I walked out of the kitchen, slowly edging my way towards the bedroom.

In scary movies, people always seem to be panicky when they're approaching the murderer, but I was strangely calm as I walked, trying to be as quiet as possible. I knew that if I let the fear get to me I would completely fall apart.
Then I was there,standing directly outside my bedroom door and dreading finding out just who was behind it. Then I swung the door open, fighting every instinct that told me to run away. There, standing in my bedroom was...... nothing.
I frowned in confusion for a second, before realizing that I'd just been imagining the noises. There was nothing there, but I'd been poisoned. I couldn't help but fear that Matt was lurking behind every corner.

I began to cry, running out of Liam's flat towards Harry's, where I knew he'd be. I began banging on the door, not caring that I was probably disturbing the whole building, as I shouted at the door.
"Harry! Harry, I need to see you!" I screamed, wondering if Liam had been right when he said that Harry was staying in tonight.

A second later Harry opened the door, looking confused and slightly annoyed, but that vanished when he saw me standing there crying.
"Millie? What's going on? Are you hurt?" he asked me.

I just nodded.

"I knew something had happened. Why didn't you tell me?"" he asked pulling me close to him as we sat on the sofa.
"I...I couldn't tell anyone. Niall, Zayn and Liam only know because I was forced to tell them." I whispered into his chest.

As soon as I'd arrived crying at Harry's fault, he'd pulled me inside, sat me down on the sofa and demanded that I told told him what was going on and why the fuck I was holding a knife.
"Wait a second. You still haven't told Louis?" Harry asked me, quickly, leaning back to look at me.

"I can't. He hates me right now, ad I don't want him to think I'm even more of an idiot than he already does. I was so stupid, thinking that going off with a complete stranger would be a good idea." I told him, my voice faltering slightly as I wondered if Harry was going to force me to tell Louis.
"No he doesn't." Harry said quickly. "I mean, you're friends, right?" he asked.

"I'd rather not talk about it." I told him quietly, stifling a yawn. Harry smirked, standing up.
"It's time for you to go to bed." he told me. I frowned, dreading going back to Liam's apartment alone, but Harry was already walking towards the bedroom.

"You can stay here tonight - in my bedroom. I'll go on the sofa." he told me.
"Harry, you don't have to do that." I said.
"Yes I do, Liam won't get back till the morning, and I'm not leaving you alone in that flat. Anyway, I'll just move some of my stuff out of the bedroom quickly. You can sleep in one of my t-shirts, if that's alright." Harry shouted from his bedroom. I sighed thankfully.
"Thank you so much" I told him when he appeared in the doorway grinning.

"Is it okay?" he asked me a few minutes later when I walked into the bedroom. I took in the huge bed and soft pillows, smiling happily.
"It's great." I told him.
"Oh, and hey, if you need some help changing just give me a shout." He instructed before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
"Fuck off Harry." I called behind him, laughing to myself at his flirty nature and pulling on his t-shirt.

A few hours later I was lying, half asleep, in bed when I heard the door close and someone clambered into bed next to me, pulling me close to them. I shivered slightly as their cold feet brushed against mine and their cool hands wrapped around my waist.

"Louis?" I asked, my eyes still half closed as they spooned me.
"It's Harry." the person whispered in reply. I was too tired to be surprised.
"Harry...you're cold." I told him. He chuckled slightly before snuggling closer into me.
"That's why I'm here, now warm me up." he instructed, before I went back to sleep.

I was woken by shouting.
"What the fuck is going on?" Came a familiar voice.

"Louis?" I grumbled.
"No, it's Harry fucking Potter. Who the fuck do you think it is?" Louis growled. I attempted to open my eyes properly, before giving up and realizing it was too early in the morning for that kind of activity, and instead settled for asking Louis the first question that popped into my head.
"Why are you in Liam's flat?" I asked him.

"What the... We're not in Liam's flat. We're in Harry's flat, and I'm wondering why he's wrapped around you like a fucking snake." Louis stated. I blinked, waiting for a second before it all came back to me. I quickly became aware of the fact that Harry was indeed "wrapped around me like a fucking snake".
"It's not what it looks like." I said immediately, trying to shake Harry off as he wrapped his arms around me even more tightly.

"Really? I think it's exactly what it looks like. You slept with me, then you moved straight on to my best friend." Louis said angrily, as Harry began to stir.
"Louis please, just listen." I begged, standing up, only to reveal that I was wearing nothing but Harry's t-shirt. He looked at me, disgusted, for a moment before turning away.

"I can't even look at you right now. I mean what kind of sick thing is this? Are you obsessed with sleeping with all the guys in One Direction. Only, I feel like I should warn Perrie, if you're about to go after Zayn." Louis shouted. Harry had finally woken up and was sat listening to us.

"Look mate, I don't know what's going on between you two, but I swear to God, nothing has happened between Millie and I. I wouldn't do that to you, or Liam." he swore, holding up his hands.

"Whatever. I don't want to ruin your morning." Louis said, walking out of the room and leaving us in a startling silence.