Chapter 13

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It wasn't originally my plan to stay with Caroline, but Jake insisted probably because not only does he want her to fall in love with me, but he still was a protective brother and didn't want her alone all day.  But, I wasn't going to argue about spending time with a girl I most likely had a crush on."So, what do you want to do?"  I asked.

Caroline shrugged.  "I was just going to watch tv."

"Well, turn it on, then!"  I sat down on the couch beside Caroline.  She turned the tv on and flipped through channels, finally stopping on a movie that was on, Titanic.

"This okay?"  She asked. 

I nodded.  "Sure, it's not too bad."

"This is one of the greatest movies ever, it's nowhere near bad!"  She exclaimed.

I shrugged.  "I prefer comedies.  But trust me, I like romance too.  I am The Flirt of One Direction."  I put my arm so it was resting on the top of the couch behind her. 

She rolled her eyes.  "I thought you were the dumb one."

I shook my head.  "I can romantic when I want to be."  I said, and I planned on proving it.


I don't know what Harry was thinking, but I didn't care.  Of course I believed he could be romantic, especially with how many times he's attempted to flirt with me.  But I couldn't let him know I knew that because then he might find out I had a growing crush on him.  I had to stop the crush anyways, right?

Harry scooted closer to me, and I didn't mind at first when I realized I can't have a crush on him anymore.  That's when I also noticed his arm.  I got up and moved to the other couch.  Of course, he moved next to me.

"Really?"  I raised an eyebrow.

"What?"  He acted dumb.

I rolled my eyes and tried to watch the movie, but Harry wouldn't stop.  He put his hand on my leg.  I slapped it over and glared at him.  "Stop it!"

Harry shrugged, but tried again.  Of course, I slapped it off again.

"Harry, knock it off!"  I scolded.

Harry held his hands up before we both continued watching the movie.  Instead of putting his hand on my leg, he wrappped it around me, that's when I had enough.  I got up and started heading upstairs.

"Where are you going?"  He asked.

I turned around to face him.  "Up to my room.  I thought we were passed this whole flirting thing, but I guess not."  I asnwered, frustrated.

"Why does it matter?"

"Because, I hate when you try to "turn me on" because it just makes me feel awkward.  I like hanging out with you, but not when you do this."  I explained, continuing up to my room.

"Wait, wait, wait."  Harry grabbed my hand, but I snatched it away.  "Look, I'm sorry.  I just wanted to prove I can be a romantic guy."

I sighed and looked down.  This was so hard and confusing.  Because I did want to see his romantic side, having a crush on him.  But then, I didn't because I only wanted us to be friends.

"I'm sorry too.  I was a little harsh.  Can you just...not do it anymore?"

Harry quickly nodded.  "Of course.  I won't ever do it again.  Promise."

I gave a smile, showing I was glad he wasn't going to be romantic, but on the inside I was kind of sad.  I guess I was never going to be more friends with Harry if I told him I didn't want to be.  But is that a good thing?

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