Chapter Thirty-Eight

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3rd POV:

Liam puffed as he laid down on his bed. Leave it to his brother to ruin prom.

"Hey," Harry says from the doorway making the brown-eyed boy sit up.

"Hey," Liam says, annoyed.

Harry can see how much his brother is holding back from yelling at him and he just wished it wouldn't be like this.

"Listen. I just came to say I'm sorry for everything with Louis. I never should have been lying to you. But I wanted you to know that... That Louis was never a game to me. I meant everything that I said to him tonight. I love him."

Liam nods his head and looks down still mad.

"And not that you care, but I'm leaving for Boston tomorrow," Liam looks up at his brother again, "I figured I'd try to get settled in before the fall term. You know?"

Liam just nods again, not really knowing what to say to all of this.

"All right. Well, I'll see you around, eh?" Harry turns to leave, "Oh, and happy birthday, man."

When He leaves the room, Liam is left alone with his thoughts.

Was Harry actually in love with Louis? And now that Harry's leaving, where does this leave everything?

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