- Niall -
Harry likes me. Harry has a crush on me... The little blonde, Irish, goofball. He likes me... His best friend. This can't be true. This all has to be a lie. It has to be Louis playing on my little, fragile heartstrings like a guitar. It just has to be Louis being his dumb self and playing the ultimate prank on us.
Judging on Harry's horrified reaction, something told me that it was all fake. Harry could never like me. I mean, we would all know by now if Harry felt more attraction towards men. He is the girl-magnet of us all, after all.
But an image of last night flickered across my mind. Harry taking care of me and not leaving me alone that night. He cared; he really did. But did I mistake caring for something much more intense?
Paul offered to drive us all home and have all of our cars delivered to the flat by the next morning. None of us really objected to it, of course. All five of us were a little shell-shocked by the yelling incident in Simon's office. No one really knew what to say or who to talk to. It was almost like everyone was just angry at the world.
Harry kept muttering curse words underneath his breath as he glared out the window at the busy London streets. I guess he thought that no one could hear his angry words, but I definitely could... And I'm all the way across the bloody van.
"Harry, if you keep cursing, I'm going to kick you out. I hope you can find your way walking from here," Paul warned from the drivers seat.
Just hearing his name made me stiffen up and curl further into my seatbelt.
"Sorry, Paul," Harry replied in a cocky, unapologetic voice. "Maybe you'd be the same way if your so-called best friend's turned on you and made the assumption that you're gay without listening to a single word you said."
Louis groaned out loudly. "Harry, I said I was sor-"
"Louis, fuck off!" Harry shouted, his face growing red in rage. I quickley turned my head and glared at the streets, which were glowing from the rain that had ended just minutes ago.
"Why won't you even listen to me?" Louis' voice was soft, yet forceful at the same time.
"Yet you won't listen to me! You're such a hypocrite!"
My turn. "Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?"
"No!" Harry and Louis shouted simultaneously, which only made me sink further into this warm leather seat.
"Niall is already confused enough about the situation, Harry, don't yell at him!" Louis screeched from the front beside Paul.
"You yelled at him, too, dumb ass!"
"Shut the fu-"
"Lads!" Liam shouted over everyone. "Can we all just hush our mouths, get along and be nice to each other, and think about it?"
Harry and Louis folded their arms at the exact same time. "No."
"Well you don't have a choice," Liam replied matter-of-factly. "This is Simon we're dealing with here. When he has an idea, he is going to stick to it no matter what the rest of us think or say."
"Liam's right, mates." Zayn finally spoke. "When we get home, we'll all discuss everything and you two will fill Niall in." I shuddered. No, I don't want to be filled in. "There will be no fighting, Harry. And Lou, just listen to what he has to say. Alright?"
"Whatever," Louis mumbled, slumping down into his seat. Paul rolled his eyes at the child-like lad. Even though he was the eldest, Louis sure was the most immature.
"Niall, don't feel awkward. This is all Louis' fault," Harry started. "If he never would have opened his big, fat mouth, none of this would have ever happened."
"Are you guys going to sit there and let him blame this all on me?!"
"Harry, shut the hell up," Zayn warned firmly. "No talking until we get to the flat."
I bit my lower lip as I felt Liam eye me suspiciously. I never intended for this to happen. Not Harry, not ever. If anyone, I kind of suspected Liam to be the one I would go gay for. But no, it had to be Harry.
- Liam -
We got to the flat shortly after. Paul left to go buy us some McDonald's. How generous of him. In another point of view, it wasn's such a good thing. Right after Paul left, chairs and glasses started flying. It was almost like Harry really wanted to hurt Louis.
I was literally ducking out of the path of flying chairs to save my own life. Harry was going mad, Louis and Niall were scared for their lives, and Zayn was too busy eating Niall's stash of Skittles to help me out.
"You're such a bloody bastard!" the angry ball of curls yelled. Once again, he picked up the object closest to him; which in this case was a book, and threw it in Louis' direction.
"Harry, stop!" Louis and Niall kept shouting at the same time. Harry was furious, though, and had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
"Harry, listen. Don't talk to Louis," I demanded. "Forget about Niall, forget about Simon, forget about everything. Okay? Just breathe for a moment. I know you aren't upset with me, so can we talk? Please?"
The young Cheshire lad dropped the item that he was about to chunk at Lou and sighed. There were tears in his eyes. I could tell that he just wanted to be alone. He felt broken; like no one could trust him. But I can. Harry Styles will always have a friend in me.
Looking over in Louis' direction, I could see the fear and sorrow in his sad-looking eyes. The sight was heartbreaking, actually. Louis never looked this upset, not ever. Not even when Eleanor was on the verge of breaking up with him.
Harry took another deep breath and nodded his head, slowely unclenching his fists which were resting on his sides. I acknowledged Niall with a slight nod and walked down the hallway, towards my room, with Curly right at my heels.
I shut the door behind myself and immediantly got down to it. "Haz, tell me what's up. And tell me everything."
Harry didn't look me in the eye, but instead, played with the fabric of my comforter between his fingers like it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. And to be honest, it made me upset.
"Harry, answer me."
He only continued rubbing the thread through his index finger and thumb curiously.
"Don't make me call Anne and Gemma," I threteaned, thinking that that would make him talk to me, but it didn't. His green irises turned towards the guitar sitting up in the corner of my room and he examined it carefully. It was Niall's guitar.
Harry was really getting on my bloody nerves now. I didn't mean to get angry or raise my voice, but I found myself pushing a book off of the dresser; it caused a loud bang.
"Dammit, Harry! Talk to me!" I insisted, frightening him slightly.
He jumped a little as the book hit the ground and I yelled a bit at him, and his green eyes looked up at me in terror. I could see that he was ready to begin talking to me about things now, which made me relax my shoulders and palms.
"On the plane," Harry started quietly. "It happened on the plane back here."
"No shit, Sherlock." I smirked.
"Don't get smart with me, Liam."
"Sorry. Carry on."
"Louis came to talk to me and... He said I'd been acting strange around him lately," he informed me.
"Yeah, you have. We've all noticed. It's really put the rest of us in a bad mood, too."
"Let me finish."
"Sorry."
"Louis ended up asking if I had a crush on him," Harry stated, his eyes flickering up to mine for a split second before resting back on Niall's guitar in the corner of the room.
"And you said no, because you don't, right?" I asked, taking a curious step closer to where Harry was sitting on the edge of my bed.
Harry only looked at me with big eyes.
"Oh my gosh!" I clamped a hand over my mouth, startled by the new piece of information that had just clicked in my head. "You do, don't you? You really do like Louis!"
Curly immediantly jumped up and put his own hand over my mouth. "Liam, shut up! You cannot, under any circumstances, tell anyone that! Do you understand me?" I nodded, his hand still covering my lips. "I didn't want him to know. But Louis knows me too well, so he asked me who i liked instead. So I said Niall."
I gently pushed Harry's hand off of my face as I made sence of things. It all clicks together know; I really get it. "Why didn't you tell Louis the truth? Aren't you best friends?"
Harry nodded, then stopped himself, groaned, then ran his fingers through the tangles in hks curls. "I don't know, mate. I panicked. I didn't want Louis to know. He'd make fun of me and laugh at me."
"Louis may be childish, but he isn't rude," I replied truthfully. "Lou would never ever do anything to hurt you, Haz. You know that, right?"
"I guess."
"What about Niall?"
"What about him?"
"You need to apologize to him. Imagine how confused and upset he is right now." I shook my head in silent disapproval. "Niall is my best friend, I know how he thinks. You need to confront both him and Louis."
"Okay."
"You promise?"
"Sure."
"Harry?"
"What?"
"I meant right now."
"Oh!" Harry quickley shook out his mane of hair and headed towards the door with a determined look on his face. I was proud of him. And he didn't have that look on his face like he did earlier, when he wanted to beat the living hell out of Louis and strangle Simon. But his look was different. It was full of determination and devotion.
But right now, I just want Niall to know what's up.
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Akward ending. Sorry. :(
I got my phone and tablet back earlier today! Sooo happy! :D I can update lots now! Yaaay!
And tomorrow is Halloween, so yaaaaay! :D
But I failed geometry, so boooo. :(
I am so sorry that this chapter sucks, but it was mainly a filler chapter. The next will be waaay better, trust me. Harry is gonna confront Lou and Niall, tell him how he feels. Niall will be all in the mood and Harry, Lou, and Niall will have a hot threesome. Yupp.
I am lying. /: Sorry if I got your hopes up, bahahaha.
The guy I like's girlfriend should be a fucking model, okay. Fuck it, shit happens! /:
I love you all lots like tator tots and red velvet cupcakes! Yaaaaaay! Okay bye.
- Maddie xx
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