Acquaintances

Chapter 48: No Talking. Lot's of Texting

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for hours. Just staring. Vaguely listening to the sounds Harry makes in his sleep, and squinting my eyes from the harsh sun that’s gradually started to peak through the curtains.

I’ve never felt more screwed in my whole life.

This is going to be bad.

I slide off the bed quietly, stealing some of the sheet to wrap around m, grabbing my phone from the floor and resting my back against the bed, sitting on the ground with my knees bent.

I ignore a few messages from yesterday, can’t be bothered dealing with Matt, Louis, Gemma or Mum right now.

Me: Marry me?

Niall: In a heartbeat ;) what’s wrong?

Me: I’m soooo fucked.

Niall: Harry?

Me: Yep. And Matt. And Louis.

Niall: Aw babe. What happened?
Me: Nothing really. Just realizing I’m still in love with Harry, and Louis, and Matt. How? Like this isn’t how it’s supposed to work. Marry me and take me off the market so I don’t have to deal with this shit.

Niall: Hahaha! Soz Lol, I could never marry someone in love with not just one but three other people, not to mention I love you and all but as a friend who is also a  really god fuck, not in a ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’ sort of way.

Me: Ouch  : (

Niall: Soz bb.

Me: It’s kay, I will survive ;)

Niall: Sure you will. So what are you going to do?
Me: Ah you know me, probs ignore it till it blows up in my face.

Niall: that’s a greaaaat plan.

Me: Oh I know right, I’m a genius and all.

Niall: Yeah I’m startin to question that !

Me: Hey now, clever aint wise, just remember that.

Niall: You are living, breathing proof.

Me: excuse you I texted you for comfort not for confirmation of my own stupidity.

Niall: Soz, no sympathy for you because you got yourself into this mess and you know it!

Me: You don’t choose who you love!
Niall: You really don’t feel more for one than the others?
Me: Nope. If I did I wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Niall: I think you know

Me: know what?
Niall: Who it’s gonna be.

Me: I really wish I did but I honestly don’t.

Niall: Sure sure.

Me: Good talk.

Niall: Yah. Let’s catch up when you’re back from wherever you are right now.

Me: Fo sho!

Niall: loser

“Where are you?” Harry groans, and I hear the mattress creak as he shuffles slightly.
I push up off the ground, standing up and putting my phone on the bedside table.

“Come back to bed.” He reaches his hand out for me to take but I shake my head at him and he sighs, closing his eyes.

“So that’s it, back to being friends?” He questions, sitting up.

I shrug.

“Are you not talking to me or something?” He asks.

I draw a number 3 in the air.