Louis’ POV
The next few days in New York were awkward. We filmed things separately, so I really didn’t see Harry much-in person. He and Taylor were all over Twitter and everyone was talking about it. It was making me sick, but after a talk with Eleanor, I knew I needed to get over it. We needed to repair our friendship again, and I had to make the first move. Luckily, Harry still had a room at the hotel, and he was here right now, so I forced myself to knock on his door.
“Louis?” He asked, surprised to see me when he opened it.
“Hey Haz,” I smiled softly. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly and he stepped aside. I felt bad for not talking to him the past few days. He probably felt really bad. “Harry, I’m sorry that things have been weird lately. It’s all my fault, and I’m sorry.”
He smiled at me, “I don’t blame you. I shouldn’t have go to your room that night, it was wrong but I just needed you, and I’m sorry.” He apologized.
He thought I was mad about him spending the night with me? “I’m not upset about that!” I said. “Harry, you can always come to me. And I know I might have turned our friendship off the last few days, but you can always come running to me, no matter what. I’m not upset about that!” I said honestly.
He looked at me confused. “So what was wrong?”
“I was-” I stopped before I slipped up.
“You were what?” he asked me.
Jealous. I sighed, “I don’t know, Harry. Just forgive me for being an arse?” I asked.
He sighed, knowing there was something that I was hiding, but he ignored it. “Yeah, Lou. We’re good again, right?”
I smiled at him, “Yeah.”
“Good. Now, lets get ready David Lettermen!” He said excitedly.
I smiled at how enthusiastic he was. Sometimes, I forgot he was the youngest. “Let’s go!” I said as we walked out the door together.
The five of us piled in our van and went to record the show, which went pretty well. It was short, but I was kind of glad, because I was just really tired. I wanted to rest, but we had to do rehearsal’s for the Jingle Bell Ball, which was going to suck, because Taylor was performing as well, and this was the first time we were really meeting her as Harry’s girlfriend. Even just the thought of that made me sick. But I was being really unfair to Harry. I was the one who rejected him and pushed him away. He deserved to be happy.
“Lou?”
“Yeah?” I turned around to see Harry standing behind me.
“You okay?” He asked, his voice small, like he was scared I’d reject him again.
“Yeah Harry, I’m fine,” I smiled at him.
Meeting Taylor was awful, and it was even worse because she was really nice. Part of me expected her to be a bitch, but she wasn’t. Harry seemed to be getting along with her a lot better and it hurt even worse, but I pushed those feelings aside so he could be happy. Part of me was really excited though because we were all flying straight home after our performance, so there would be a whole ocean separating Taylor and Harry.
