After John dropped Harry back off at the bar, Harry jumped in his car and started driving for home. On the drive home, he thought about everything that had happened. He did enjoy John’s company last night and he really did want to see him again. He was great in bed, he was nice to Harry, and he wasn’t demanding of a relationship. Although, there was a little more to it than just that, and Harry kinda felt bad about taking advantage of John in the way he did and was going to.
He knew Louis followed them to John’s last night, because he could see the car in the rearview mirror. He didn’t tell John, because he didn’t want a fight between Louis and John. Harry figured Louis must’ve seen everything that happened with John in the bar and followed them out of...was it jealousy? Could it be possible that Louis was jealous of Harry moving on? If so, that made Louis a bit of a hypocrite in Harry’s eyes. Louis had someone else of his own; why couldn’t Harry have a little fun without being tied down? Harry knew Louis was hiding around there somewhere that morning, and said all of the things about John being better than Louis to get him jealous.
Maybe Louis was starting to change his mind about me, Harry thought happily. Maybe he’s reconsidering everything that happened between us and he wants me back. Maybe he just doesn’t know how to act. Maybe I should try winning him back. If I have to use jealousy to do that, then so be it. With those thoughts in his mind, he pulled into the driveway and saw Edward waiting, looking angry with his arms across his chest. Harry parked the car and got out.
“What’s wrong with you?” Harry asked.
“What’s wrong?” Edward asked with a laugh. “WHAT’S WRONG? Nick just called me and told me that you dancing with some random guy is ALL OVER THE INTERNET. They got it all on video. There’s even a video of the two of you outside of the bar. Like, what the fuck?”
“Who could’ve–“ and then it occurred to him. It was most likely Louis, still pissed off at him for what he had done. “Ah.”
“Ah WHAT?” Edward asked, pushing Harry into the house.
“I think I know who did it,” Harry said, feeling a little hurt and betrayed.
“Who?” Edward asked.
“Louis,” Harry said, and he told Edward all about how Louis witnessed what had happened with John and about how Louis followed them home. “I think he’s still angry with me or something.”
Edward huffed. ‘Well, if it was him, then you don’t deserve him, anyway. It’ll be best for you to just move on and say fuck him.”
Harry nodded sadly. “Yeah...but maybe it was someone else. I mean....I don’t know. I don’t know what to think anymore.”
Edward sighed. “Well....you just gotta be careful. Twitter is exploding right now. You’ve been trending for the last two hours.”
“Really?” Harry asked.
Edward nodded. “Yes. Really.”
“I still love him so much, Edward,” Harry said, changing the subject. “I love him so much and I just...want him back.”
“Even after everything last night?” Edward asked.
Harry nodded. “Yes. I gotta win him back.”
Edward nodded slowly. “Just be careful. You do realize he probably won’t even take you back, right? Not that I can blame him.”
That hurt. “What? Ed–“
“Well, you ARE the one who fucked me,” Edward sneered. “You’re the one who liked it.”
“What the HELL has gotten into you?!” Harry yelled.
