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This chapter made me cry...oops
Said i'd never leave her cos her hands fit like my t-shirt... so in love with this songgg <3 Take Me Home is the best thing that happened to 2012...<3
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“Why don’t we play truth or dare?” Niall chirped up, whilst we were all crunching away at infinite packets of Doritos.
“Okay” We all replied in harmonisation.
I hated this game, but I always agreed to play it without thinking twice.
“Harry?” Louis said
“Truth” He said, his eyes glinting in the ever darkening light.
“Do you love Lucy?” Liam said, knowing he was going to cause trouble…
Oh god no
“Yes” He replied, before I had to think what his reply would be.
My head went light and I felt as if I was about to faint. I felt my ears becoming a shade of purple. I wasn’t really expecting that. I had only just persuaded my mind that it was true, and bam it was released into the open. I didn’t want to believe that I was in love with my best friend.
But I was. And nothing else mattered, which probably explained my conduct in the following events.
“Lucy’s go” Zayn tapped me on the shoulder.
“…Dare…” I didn’t think twice.
“Kiss Harry” Louis said, clapping his hands excitedly.
I knew this was coming, I just couldn’t bring myself to do that, not in front of the boys, and it was no longer meaningless. But it was too late to think twice, harry had moved in, I put my hand on his jawline, closing my eyes…
Laughter filled the room, and it was harry. He was laughing, at me. I opened my eyes quickly, before being pushed away in a jokey manor by harry.
He was leading me on. That was his plan that whole time wasn’t it?
I clearly showed that I was hurt, because harry did the “what’s-wrong-face” at me.
I ignored him. I got up and ran out of the room, trying desperately to hold my tears back.
Thoughts flooded into my mind. Horrible thoughts.
He only cares about himself
I mean nothing to him
I lied to myself, I knew this was all untrue, he wasn’t selfish. There must be a reason he did that. I don’t know.
I ran over to the bedroom I was sharing with Him and Zayn and Niall.
I heaved my suitcase out from under one of the beds, running over to the wardrobe, I took out all my belongings, shoving them into the bag and zipping it up.
I trundled it along behind me. I stopped at the living room door, wiped my face, breathed in and walked in calmly.
“Louis, could you please take me home. Not home, sorry, Anne’s house.” I stuttered, keeping my eyes on Louis and avoiding harry at all costs.
“Okay, sure, did you forget something there?”
“My common sense, yes.” I said, glancing over at harry.
He looked so concerned, but he tried to hide it away.
“Ahh, right. Okay”
Thankfully it was dark outside, so Louis couldn’t see the tears trickling my face.
“Sorry darling, I’m sure he just wants to stay faithful to Cher.” He said, putting his hand on my leg.
“Who?”
“Cher Lloyd babe, his girlfriend.”
I couldn’t believe the words that just came out of Louis’ mouth. Cher? Harry hadn’t mentioned anything about her, no one had.
I couldn’t even open my mouth to reply to Louis.
“It’s not serious yet, honestly.”
I was too hurt. I felt like someone had just ripped my heart out of my chest and stuffed it back in my throat.
I grasped Louis’ hand, squeezing it so tightly I thought i would break it right off.
“Please don’t worry, he has always loved you, honest”
“Doesn’t love mean anything to him then?” I replied, trying to sound like i wasn't breaking down from the inside out.
“He’s got to do it, for the publicity. He likes Cher, but not like he likes you, you know.”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t be bothered to say anything more; I had made up my mind to stop interfering with Harry’s life anymore. He was different now, and I wasn’t going to change that.
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