we don't expect this. ( h.s. fanfic )

chapter 21

(logan's p.o.v)

It's been about three weeks since I told Danielle that I love her. It's been hell knowing that the person you love, could be with someone else at this time. It's not that I'm not happy for her, because I am, but when you know that you've loved her first and have for about two years, it makes you think 'Am I not good enough'?

She's still my best friend and I know for sure that she loves me back, but just not in the way I want her to.

I splash water on my face, removing all of the soap from my eyes. I grab a towel and dry my hands and face, placing it on the rack once I'm done. I stare at myself in the mirror one more time, then look down, shaking my head and turning off the bathroom lights.

I walk into my room and head towards the closet, putting on a t-shirt and basketball shorts and walk out.

Walking towards my nightstand looking for my phone, I hit my toe on the edge of the bed, making me fall on the floor with a loud thud.

"Bloody hell!" I hold my foot, hissing and shutting my eyes tightly. Why do I have to start with a shity day already?

"Are you alright?" My mum comes through the door, looking down at me and holding back a laugh.

I look up at her and roll my eyes. I feel her small hands grip on my shoulders, helping me up from the floor.

"I'm fine." I shrug my shoulders out of her grip and sit on the bed.

"What's wrong? You've been a little off this past week." The bed sinks, letting me know that she's now sitting beside me.

"It's nothing." I shake my head, falling back on the bed.

"Is it a girl?" She asks. I grunt and grab a pillow, covering my face with it.

"So it is." A low chuckle leaving her lips. I peel the pillow off my face and and look up at her. She gives me a warm smile, making me look down at my fingers and sigh.

"You're in love?" She placed her small palm on my hand making me look up at her. I bite the inside of my cheek and look past her, avoiding eye contact.

"Out."

"Out of love?" Her hands make contact with my chin, making me look into her eyes. I nod, a sad smile coming up to my lips.

"I love someone. She doesn't love me."

(Props to Romeo and Juliet ha)

(danielle's p.o.v)

I could feel arms wrapped tightly around my waist, warm breathing on my neck. Stretching, I squint my eyes, the sun beaming in through the window.

I slowly turn around to come face-to-face with Harry. His curls in every direction, his lips parted. He even looks good when he sleeps, I look like a hot mess when I sleep.

Harry moves, slightly rolling over. He pulls his arm over his head covering his eyes, groaning lightly and moving his arm uncovering his eyes. His head slowly turns to the side, our eyes making contact instantly. I give him a small smile, which he then returns.

"Good morning." I sit up, running my hands down my face.

He then sits up. His eyes roam my body, making me blush then look down.

"Morning." He replies, his eyes never leaving my face.

We stare at each other for what seems like forever. I take this as an advantage to examine his features. His bright mossy green eyes are dark, full of lust. His plump pink lips swollen from last night.