Forbidden Love

Jealous

HARRY'S POV:

"Not for me." he said casually. Everyone looked at him, including me, and he blushed.

"What?" I asked in a soft voice. I realized I sounded really fragile right now...I didn't like it, but I just couldn't believe that.

"We didn't break up." he said. Liam looked honestly surprised and I looked away from him, looking at my hands in my lap.

Louis and Eleanor didn't break up even though I potentially ruined everything by being ridiculous and moronic and admitting to something like that in front of everyone. But they didn't break up. I couldn't help but feel a slight bit of aggravation brew inside me. I couldn't possibly be jealous.

"Then what the hell happened then?" Zayn asked, finally speaking up for the first time since he walking in here. I looked at Louis from the corner of my eye and he shrugged.

"We talked and hugged it out before she left."

Okay maybe I was jealous. I turned my head to look at him but he was avoiding my glare. I nudged him and he still didn't look at me. I nudged him again and he still ignored me. I practically had to shove him to get him to look at me. He made a face.

"What the hell?"

"How? I went through hell for this." I said, gesturing to him and I. He looked at my hand and then took it in his. I got chills and he looked in my eyes.

"Stop that."

I almost smiled at that. But I didn't. He did all that just to tell me to basically stop whining. I sighed and looked away from him, taking my hand too. He let me take my hand away.

"Mhm.."

"The sexual tension is making me want to get a fucking room for you guys..." Niall laughed, getting up and stretching. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you guys should really get out. I know we said that we were going to talk about this but I can see that you guys haven't even really talked yourselves." he said, talking to Louis and I. I nodded and then got up, going out to the car. I wanted to go home.

Louis came out of the house not too long after me and I heard him get into the car. I was about to put the keys in the ignition, but he stopped me. I snatched my hand away and he took my keys, tossing them to the back seat. I looked at him and he looked unamused. I sighed.

"We really haven't talked about this, Harry." he told me. I laughed.

"No shit, Sherlock." I said rolling my eyes. He gave me a look and I stopped smiling or anything. He sighed heavily.

"We have to. This can't be the unforsaken ground between us. We just start getting close again and we're letting it make things weird again. We're talking about this."

I sighed. I guess there was no other choice, being that I really didn't want to have to hunt for my keys right now. I looked at him and thought of what to say.

"It was good." I decided, trying to keep things nonchalant. I swallowed hard. "I didn't expect anything like that to happen with us, being that we had been so distant for so long. But it did, and it was good, okay?"

"Okay. It was good. What if it happens again?" he asked.

Oh...I didn't exactly think about that. If it happened again? It would be better I guess. I'd know how to handle him better I guess. I guess...it would just happen.

"It is what it is, no?" I said, smiling. He smiled, and it was one of those sideways smiles that made me feel really stupid inside.

"It is what it is, Styles." he assured me. I smiled and then started getting out of the car. He grabbed me.

"Where ya going?"

"If we ever want to get back to my house, we kinda need those keys." I laughed. He looked towards the back seat and then laughed.

"I guess that wasn't too smart of me." he thought aloud. I laughed and then proceeded to look for the keys.

***

We were cuddling. That was the last thing I remember doing when I woke up the next morning. My head hurt and I kept hearing my phone vibrating constantly. I ignored it and decided to take a look at the beautiful boy laying beside me.

His hair was disheveled and he had a slight pout on his lips as he slept. His breathing was steady and not too heavy, which made me smile. He was really peaceful as he slept.

I shifted in the bed and laid so I was facing him. I just looked at him for a bit before nudging him gently, but enough to get him up. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at me. He didn't say anything, he just slightly smiled.

"Why are you up..." he mumbled before turning away. I laughed at that. He was cute when he was tired.

"I was waiting for you to get up and you just turn away? How rude." I teased. I got up to fix my hair and brush my teeth and I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when Louis shuffled into the bathroom and snaked his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled at that, but didn't acknowledge him. He didn't seem to care.

"You're a baby..." I teased. He shrugged.

"Whatever. Hurry up, I gotta shower and shit..." he laughed, still holding onto me. I looked in the mirror and waited for him to look. He eventually looked and he laughed.

"How did we get here, Styles?" he asked.

"I dunno...but damn, am I happy we made it to this point."

He kissed my shoulder before shooing me out. I laughed and he closed and locked the door. I knocked and laughed.

"This is a punishable act, you know? Locking people out of bathrooms qualifies for some serious fines and whatnot." I teased. He opened the door, only peeking his head out and then he gave me a cheeky grin.

"Then punish me, why don't you?" he whispered. He gave me a wink and then disappeared behind the door again. This time the lock clicked.

Punishment could be arranged.