Trapped(Harry Styles fan fic)

Chapter Eight

I don't allow the tears to fall, not wanting to seem desperate. I just nod as Kayla tells me that Louis texted her and said they had to record songs tonight. I think of Dylan. I close my eyes, my hair falling in curtains around my face. I get up and strip the maroon dress off my body and pull Harry's sweatshirt over my white lace bra and underwear. I don't put any pants on and curl up in my bed.

"It's ok baby." Kayla says, rubbing my thigh.

"I'm ok. I'm ok. I don't know why I'm getting all emotional." I burry my face into my pillow.

"Text him back and let him tomorrow works." Kayla tosses me my phone.

"Ok." 

Me: Ok tomorrow sounds great. 

My phone buzzes right away.

Harry: Oh thank god. See you tomorrow beautiful.

I turn my phone off, allowing a smile slip through my lips. Kayla grins.

"See, all you had to do was text him." I nod. A knock on the door breaks the silence. I push myself out of bed and open the white wooden door, unlocking the gold lock. 

"Hi!" I look up at the person standing in front of me. Louis. I frown.

"Hey." I hear Kayla squeal and jump off the bed. 

"Hey Louis!" Kayla wraps her arms around his waist and he pulls her close to him."I look like shit." She mutters. I look at her outfit. Leggings and a sweater. I groan at her hate for leggings and plop down on my bed.

"Harry says hi." Louis sits next to Kayla. I nod.

"I thought you guys were recording...or something." I knit my eyebrows together. 

"Yeah but my part was finished and I said that I had to go. Harry's working on his solo part for the song." I grab my phone and pop the case on and off.

"He said you guys were in a band...Is it like a worldwide?" I ask. Louis snorts.

"Wordlwide? We're One Direction!" I frown. I look over at Kayla. She shrugs.

"I don't think I know of One DIrection.." Louis drops his head in his hands.

"Well, I'm going to let him tel you about it." I nod, not knowing what the big deal is. 

"Can I hear one of your songs?" I ask. Louis nods and pulls something up on his phone Music start splaying though the speakers at the bottom of his phone. He points out a part when Harry's singing. My heart beat quickens, his voice melting my heart.

"Wow..." I say once the song finishes. Louis laughs. 

"It was called Irresistible. It was one of our older songs." I smile.

"You guys are really good." I say. 

"Don't look us up, just wait until Harry tells you. His past girlfriends just use him once they know about all this stuff." I glance at Kayla.

"Well, I'm not his grilfriend so..." I cross my legs.

"He's quite taken with you." Louis runs a hand through his hair. My cheeks warm.

"Um..." I don't kmow what to say. 

"Just be careful with his emotions." Louis plants a kiss on Kaylas lips and stands up.

"I better run. I just wanted to see you." Kayla smiles and kisses him softly on his lips. I stand up and unlock the door.

"Okay Louis, bye." He pulls away from Kayla and frowns at me as he walks out. 

"You heard Louis. You better tell him sooner then later." She curls up in bed and faces the balcony window. I feel anxiety tug at my chest. 

My phone rings and I answer it.

"Hello...oh, Dylan...hi.." I mutter into the speaker.

"Yes I am happy to hear your voice." I look up at the ceiling.

"Ok bye." I click my phone off.

"What did he want?" Kayla mutters into the pillow.

"He just reminded me that I'm his and I can't get away." I throw my phone on the carpet floor in anger and drop my head in my hands and allow the tears to spill out, running down my cheeks. My heart aches at the thought of telling Harry about Dylan, even if we aren't serious. I'm trapped for the rest of my life.

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