Friends With Benefits?

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Chapter 11: Friends With Benefits? 

-Katelynn's POV- 

We spent the rest of the day until lunch cuddling and watching Finding Nemo. "Hey Hazza. I'm gonna make us some grilled cheese. Wanna help?" 

He stood up and held his hand ok ur for me to grab it, "Gladly!" 

We made lunch together and sat at the table, eating in silence. 

"Harry, what are we?" I wondered. 

He coughed loudly, "Um...I don't know." 

I almost felt like shooting myself in the face, I have a boyfriend. And he has a girlfriend. And neither of us even payed attention to that. "Harry...we are both in relationships." 

He simply smiled, "I know." 

"You know? You know??? I still love Jason! And I'm pretty sure you still love Taylor. But..." I trailed off. 

"But?" he nudged me. 

"But I like you too." 

He sat there for a minute until his face lit up. "I have an idea. Friends with benefits." 

I giggled, "But that's still cheating." 

"So? They Don't Know About Us," he stated. 

"Well I guess that is true," I winked at him, "Now let's finish our sandwiches. And then you need to leave." 

He frowned, "But why?" 

"Because I am going on a date with Jason." 

He groaned, "I thought you liked me more than that. To just leave me." 

I chuckled, "I like you both. But Jason never tortured me." 

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" he whined. 

"A million," I said sweetly. 

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sor-" 

I had enough, "Okay! I get it." 

"You said a million times. And I was willing to say it a million times." he winked at me before model walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

I ran past him, "Um Harry...you're not a girl." 

He gasped, "Oh my goodness! I can't believe this! I've been lied to my entire life! I've been a girl all this time and no one told me! This is all too much to handle!" he fake fainted on to my couch as I fell to the floor in laughter. 

Before I knew it I was being tickled, "Harry! Harry! St-stop it!!!"  

"Neverrrr!" he shouted as he kept digging his fingers into my sides. 

I thought of a solution, I grabbed his curls and pulled his face towards mine, causing him to stop tickling me. 

"Will this make you stop?" I said quietly before pulling his face a little closer to mine and tugging on his curls even harder. I pressed my lips to his and felt him smile before tickling my sides again. 

"Nope," was all he said before getting up, grabbing his jacket, and heading out the door. 

Maybe Harry wasn't so bad. Maybe we could be friends. Maybe even more. 

But right now I had to figure things out with Jason.

-Harry's POV- 

I pulled out my phone with the biggest smile on my face, 3 missed calls and 8 new text messages. I opened all the text messages.

From Taylor <3 (9:30): Hey! Don't come home yet! I have a big surprise for you.

From Boobear (9:56): Are you at Katelynn's?

From Boobear (10:27): Oh my god I'm freaking out. What are you guys doing? You're still not back at the flat? Harry, use protection.

From Taylor (10:49): I miss you Harryboo. Hurry back.

From Taylor (11:03): You okay? Zayn must be pretty upset about his cat if you're still there.

From Taylor (11:25): Harry...hurry home I'm lonely.

From Niall (11:58): Louis told me you're at Katelynn's treat her right bro!

From Taylor (12:14): I'm bored. I invited my friend Grace over. See you when you get here.

Wow. I replied quickly to the three of them.

To Taylor: Sorry love, my phone was off. On my way back now!

To Louis: We didn't do anything that requires protection. But thanks for the advice. I'll tell you the details later.

To Niall: We aren't dating.

I got in my car and drove back to the hotel, thinking of Katelynn the entire time. What am I going to do? Do I love her or Taylor?

-Katelynn's POV- 

"Hey babe," Jason smiled, embracing me in a hug. 

"Why hello there handsome," I giggled. 

As I looked into his eyes, I knew it would be hard to keep this from him.  

// sorry this was short. LOVE YAH GUYS. GOOOOODNIGHT!

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