Only Time Will Tell

17 - Sometimes A Movie Is Worth Ditching

 - - - Harry's POV - - - 

"Harry, I think we have a problem. No, actually, I think YOU have a problem." Louis mumbled as his eyes watched me pace back and forth with a look of pure boredom on his face.

"I don't have a problem." 

"You've been walking back in forth with that damn book balancing on your head for more than an hour, Harry. Now, you and me both know IT'S NOT GOING TO STAY UP THERE. YOUR HEAD IS NOT FLAT."

"Just trying to have a little fun," I shrugged while catching the book before it hit the ground just to put it back on my head and pace some more. But that was a lie. I was just trying to occupy my mind so I wouldn't get flashbacks of what happened a few nights ago. Things got pretty heated after that kiss and I hate how much it bothers me. I shouldn't care and I know that but I can't help it. 

"This is fun for you? Because it's painful to watch for me." 

"Okay, fine. I'd rather die than catch that fucking book again, it's probably giving me all kinds of hair problems, and my feet are swelling up." I huffed while plopping down on the couch beside Louis.

"That's the last thing you need. Your feet are already fat pieces of meat." 

"Yeah? Thanks for telling me." I muttered sarcastically.

"I know why you're acting so crabby." 

"I'm not acting crabby," 

"If a man were to transform into a crab before my very eyes then MAYBE I'd say he's crabbier than you." 

Despite his terrible word play, he was probably right.  "So what if I'm acting crabby? How do you know why?"

"Mate, I'm your best friend. It's not hard to tell when something is bothering you, and last night something was definitely biting your ass," he turned to look at me. I just nodded at him to continue. "It was that kiss, huh? Yeah, it was a pretty intense kiss but it still was just a harmless dare."

I didn't respond, I just crinkled my forehead and bit my lip. I knew that it was just a dare. It just looked too intense to mean absolutely nothing to either of them. And if that was me in Zayn's spot, it wouldn't of felt like 'just a harmless dare' at all. The way Zayn smiled the whole night, I knew it was way more than that. But I couldn't exactly read Kennedy as I usually can. She just looked...flustered, and a bit guilty. But why? I don't know why I would care. I know Kennedy and I are friends. I know we're just friends. But do 'just friends' usually feel the need to punch something when they see the other kissing someone else that's not them? I don't think I'm making much sense. 

"I guess. It doesn't matter anyway." I finally said.

"I'm not so sure about that last part," Louis stared at me, his serious side was overcoming him. I didn't really know how to answer to that so I just arched an eyebrow, knowing he would continue to speak after I gave it a minute. But he didn't say anything. He just continued to give me this hard stare, almost as if he were analyzing me or trying to see into my brain. It was as if he were trying to provoke some sort of response from me though I was making it blatantly obvious I had no clue what to say. 

I parted my lips to yell his name but before I could manage to get the first sound out, he spoke, "You like her."

"What? No!" I automatically yelled. I harshly sucked on the skin of my bottom lip between my teeth. 

Louis smirked. "You like her a lot I suppose."

"How can you tell? Not saying that I do, of course."

"It's pretty obvious. You guys flirt all the time and the way you look at her when she's not paying attention is cute and I'm not gonna lie, it makes me wanna tear up sometimes because it's so  precious. I'm a man, and men can admit these kinds of things."