Somebody Else | Harry Styles

Four

"Stop doing that," your roommate plucked your phone from your hands and threw it on your bedroom floor. "How many times are you going to go through that girl's Instagram, (Y/N/N)?"

"I can't help it," you groaned.

"Why are you so hung up on that girl anyway? Is she dating Harry or something?" She joked but stopped laughing when she saw the look on your face. "Oh, no. You finally did it, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you pushed yourself into a sitting position and got up. You started to leave your room as she followed.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You finally acted on your feelings, didn't you? I knew it. I knew the two of you had been weird lately. Oh, my god!" She was giddy with excitement.

When you had moved into the flat, you and L didn't know one another at all--she was just a fellow student who was in desperate need of a roommate, but you two had grown close and she was your first real friend in London. If it wasn't for Harry, she would've been your best friend. Ever since your and Harry's friendship became public knowledge, and she was finally privy to its existence, she made it known that she didn't think your relationship could stay platonic forever.

It was really the only reason that you didn't tell her when you and Harry started being a little more than just friends--you knew she would never let it go and just create more theories about what was going on between you two.

You turned around to her, causing her to run straight into you since you were walking down the hallway, "L, you cannot tell anyone, okay? No one. This does not leave this apartment. Don't even mention it to Harry if he comes by, okay?"

"Yeah, of course!" Her face dropped a little and a concerned expression overtook her face, "(Y/N), you know I would never tell anyone, right?"

You sighed, "Yeah, I know. I just--it would be bad if anyone ever found out, you know?"

She nodded and you turned back around as she started talking again, "So you guys are fucking."

"Yup," when you two got to the kitchen, you went to the fridge and grabbed the white wine as L moved to grab two glasses.

"But you obviously have feelings for him and--"

"What?" you put the bottle down on the counter a bit too harshly, causing her to jump.

"You have feelings for him." She repeated, as if it was obvious.

"I do not. I have a crush, that's it."

"Well, it's the strongest crush I've ever seen," she mumbled.

"I admit, the sex made it a little stronger but it's nothing more than that. Obviously, I'm going to be attracted to the guy I'm fucking--that's kind of the whole point."

"But you look at him like you're more than just attracted to him, babe. It's more than obvious--and not just to me. I've seen the Tumblr theories. They all seem to agree with me." While you stood and stared at her with your hands on your hips, she took the bottle and poured two full glasses.

You picked up your glass and took a big sip, "Well, they're wrong."

"Sure, they're wrong. That's why you were stalking the Instagram of...who? Some girl Harry's dating?"

"They're not dating," You corrected her. "He just thinks he likes her. They haven't actually had a date yet. The first date is tonight actually." Your eyes drifted over to the digital clock on the stove. It was 7:30; she would be at his apartment sometime in the next thirty minutes. You took another gulp of wine.