(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.
No, nothing like that happened last night, but any one would be lucky to have his perfect lips against theirs. My eyes trail down to his shirtless body, roaming around each tattoo he has drawn into his skin.
My favorite one is the heart, located right on top of his arm, near his chest.
Before I could stop myself, my fingers land on his tattoo. I trace around the heart shaped tattoo then go lower, tracing down his whole arm.
I look up to see him already staring back at me, no expression on his face. My eyes go down to his lips but quickly go back up to looking at him in the eyes.
"I uh," I shut my mouth quickly, not thinking of the right words to say.
I've tried talking to him about us, but I'm afraid that if I mention that, he'll laugh in my face. I mean, I would too. He's this gorgeous man that many girls want. He has a kind heart, and hair that makes the girls swoon.
And then me, your typical brunette, blue eyes and pale skin. Never had a boyfriend, never kissed anybody before Harry, and with three friends. One being my brother. So you can see that I'm not the type of girl a good looking guy, like Harry, would wants. So what makes Harry want me?
I bring my eyes up to his, his body closer than it was before. Our lips centimeters away. His large hand lands on my thigh, holding himself from falling as he leans in more.
I close my eyes and swallow, shaking my head and backing away.
"Harry, what are we?" I ask, my eyes staring directly at his.
"What do you mean?" He asks, caught off gard by my question.
"This," I point to myself then to him. "What are we?"
I asked, my eyes never leaving his, afraid that if I looked away, he would never answer my question. After him not replying, I rolled my eyes, swinging my legs out of the bed and standing up.
"Wait, Danielle, just let me- fuck!" I hear him struggling to get the covers off his body. He gets out of bed and walks towards me.
I go into the bathroom, leaving the door open and standing in front of the sink. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walk out.
"I don't want to be played, Harry. I get that you're in a band and you have other shit to worry about so you can't have a girlf-"
"You think I'm playing you?" He asks, his voice louder than before.
I pass by him and grab my shoes off the floor, putting them on my feet.
"Danielle, answer me." He grabs my wrist, spinning me around.
"Harry, what am I to you?" I cross my arms against my chest, looking up at him.
"You're-You just-"
My heart sinks and my breathing picks up. I uncross my arms and look down.
"Exactly." I whisper, my voice cracking. I quickly hide it by clearing my throat, grabbing my phone and walking out the door.
"Danielle." he groans, calling out down the hall. "Danielle!"
I can feel a tear roll down my cheek. I wipe it away quickly and keep walking towards the front door. Crying over a guy, Danielle? It's pathetic, but what the hell do you expect, knowing you'll be kept a secret and they won't have time for you because they don't have time for fucking relationships.
It makes you feel played, like you're not important. But I also don't know how to deal with my emotions. Either I fall for someone quickly, or I just push them away and don't fall for them at all.
"Oh, hey Danielle!" I bump into a body, making me snap my head up.
I look up and see Louis smiling down at me but his smile quickly disappears.
"Hey," he runs his thumb under my eyes, taking the tear before it rolled down my cheek. "What's wrong?"
"It's noth-"
"Danielle! Can you please let me talk?" I turn around and come face-to-face with Harry. I stay still, looking at him.
Louis' hand leaves my arm, walking away to god knows where.
"Talk." I say, a bit more confidence in my voice but still shaky.
"Don't leave. Don't leave me." He steps forward, making me take a step back.
"Why? I'm nothing to you, right?"
His mouth opens to say something, but I immediately cut him off.
"This has been going on for a while. Not once have you mentioned how you felt about me. I'm sorry that I can't control my emotions but you should know why. You've had girlfriends before, you know what it feels like to be appreciated or loved. But not me, I've never had that before- stop smiling like that, Harry!" A small smile on Harry's lips forms, making more anger build up inside me.
"Don't take this as a joke because it's not! I want to be wanted, I want people to know that I could be wanted. Not hidden from the world. It makes me feel like you're embarrassed of me." By now I had small tears in my eyes, threatening to come out.
His hand grabs mine, pulling me towards him. My hands go to his chest, pushing him back with much force as I could. But, he was stronger than me, so my body slammed against his chest, making me hold my breath. I look up at him, his thumb drawing circles on my cheek, making me close my eyes to the feeling of his touch.
"I'm trying." I open my eyes once the words leave his lips.
"I'm trying so fucking hard. You drive me fucking insane. Don't go, stay."
I try so hard to stay mad at him, my arms on each side of my body, not daring to touch him.
"Don't." I whimper, his arms tightening around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Let me go," I whisper.
"No." He replies against my neck, move my head to the side, not wanting his lips near me.
"Let me go!" I groan, wiggling out of his grip. I stare up at his eyes, he looked like he was about to explode with anger.
"Just, let me think." I whisper, looking over my shoulder to check if anyone else was listening.
I look back at him, his eyes still on me as his chest rose and went down rapidly. His jaw clenches as he pinches the top of his nose.
His hands fall to his sides, resting on his hips. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, his hand running over his chin. "Alright." He breaths out.
Without saying anything else, I dropped my gaze and picked up my bag from the floor, quickly turning around and leaving the house.
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