Oh Brother

Over a girl

Harper Payne

Sass Master: Uhm, why'd he leave?

Harold: Why?

Bradford Bad Boy: Maybe he doesn't want her to come

Sass Master: She's still here you know

Bradford Bad Boy: I was just trying to think of reasons that he left

Harold: Harp, do you know anything, love?

Sass Master: We know you're online, we can see who has read our messages.

Me: Fine, I know something.

Harold: Do you mind explaining?

Me: Sure.

Me: Basically

Me: He was trying to be nice and I pushed him away

Bradford Bad Boy: Trouble in paradise?

Me: I really want to punch you rn 

Sass Master: Harp, be nice

Me: No, Louis! He was trying to be a good friend and I pushed him away. Maybe this whole idea is just stupid.

Harold: Don't talk like that, babe. We'll fix it.

Me: How? Take his phone and un-block me for him?

Bradford Bad boy: He blocked you?

Me: Yep.

Harold: Wow, he must be hurt

Bradford Bad Boy: Yeah, pretty bad

Sass Master: Guys, she's still in the group chat, reading the messages. Don't make her feel bad.

Me: Trust me, Louis. I feel bad enough as it is and I thought this would work but it turns out that still, nobody even likes me.

And with that I left the group chat. I hadn't even realised until now that there were floods of tears running down my cheeks. I clicked each of their contacts and changed their names back to their actual names. I threw my phone down and cuddled into Liam's jacket and my covers and tried my best to fall asleep.

Louis Tomlinson

My Harp ❤: Trust me, Louis. I feel bad enough as it is and I thought this would work but it turns out that still, nobody even likes me.

My heart sank right down to my feet. Even though I had only known this girl for like three hours, I thought we'd be best friends. I could see my future with her. It probably sounds to you that I'm in love with her or something but I'm not. She - apart from the boys - was the realest friend I had had in a while. It felt like when I was talking to her or texting her, she pulled me out of reality. But with that last message it felt like she had mustered all the strength she could and pushed me right back into it.

My head started pounding and my stomach felt queasy. I held the phone in my hands, my hands resting on my knees just staring at that message that I didn't know would make me feel like the worst person in the world. I felt a lump rise into my throat and tears began to swarm my eyes. She told herself - and us - that nobody liked her, but she was one of my favourite people which sounded stupid because I'd only known her for three hours but I loved that girl. I adored her. There's no doubting that she was my best friend and that I was going to get her back whether she like it or not.