Twisted

Chapter 31: So...you love her?

THE PICTURE!!!!

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Harry's pov

Louis tossed me a beer from the fridge and took one for himself, while I was sprawled over the couch, deeply focused on the football game. Soccer? No! I prefer saying football. Sue me. Actually don't.

"No thanks, man" I said, putting the bottle on the table without sparing him a glance. This was a replay of the game which was aired a few days ago and I didn't know what teams was playing but I rooted for the team sporting red jersey's as they huddled up and discussed the game plan at half time.

"Wait a minute. 'The Harry Styles' refusing a drink. Especially a beer? It's not even morning. Am I awake or am I dreaming?" He gasped, bewildered. No amount of persuasion is going to work on me. I indented to keep my promise. "The storms must be brewing somewhere. That must be the reason for the sudden change of weather"

"Shut up. I... kind of promised Clara not to drink anymore. So no beer or any sort." I sighed, running my hand through my curls. This was hard, very very hard and frustrating. I couldn't go a single day without a drink and this was making me so irritated and angry but the pain in Clara's eyes and the effort she put in making me quit it worked against my urges to give in.

"Wait. Really? Must be hard mate" He said, sighing heavily and sitting on the couch opposite to where I was seated.

"No kidding" 

"Marry her!" He shrieked all of a sudden, causing me to flinch in surprise.

"So you've got it bad for that girl then, huh?" He added, concern coating his features as he searched my eyes for an answer which he already knew.

"Really, man. She's driving me fucking crazy. I can't even control myself around her anymore. How bad I wish I didn't fuck things up"

It had been less than a day since she left me, I mean, my house. But every second felt longer than it was. And not seeing her face, watching her smile, the deep frown in her forehead when she was studying or her dance moves when she was listening to music and humming while cooking. The way her cheeks flushed a faint color of red when she was embarrassed. God, I miss her. Bad. 

"What's happened is happened. So, what's your plan then? Last I checked she's not single." He questioned.

"There's no plan. No plotting. No dramatic gestures, I'm just going to wait, and spend some time with her." I shrugged, watching the tv. Cristiano Ronaldo made a goal and the audience cheered. That dude is one hell of a player.

"I can't believe this. You've changed mate. She's changed you. You're not drinking or smoking and you're not hooking up every other night and you've kicked out Max? What's gotten into you?" He exasperated, shaking his head violently.

"Her. That's what's gotten into me. She's always in my fucking mind. I can't shake the thought of her. I'm going to lose my mind if I don't make her mine. Hell, I can't believe myself. I'm acting like a freaking 12 year old girl with her first crush. Ugh!" I groaned, throwing my head back on the head-rest. "She's fucked me up"

"So...you love her?" He asked slowly, almost fearful of my response.

Love? How can I know what love is like when I have never experienced it. But if you count the tingling sensation all over my body when she smiles as love. Then maybe I was...in love. But I didn't know for sure.

"No! I mean, I don't know. But I like her. So much that it drives me insane of all these feeling's creeping up my body." I pressed my fingers to my temples and rubbed them vigorously.