"Want anything to eat?" Harry asked on our way to my house from our important talk with Seth.
"I'm not very hungry." I replied, leaning my head against the window. The truth is that I haven't felt well since Seth dropped the bomb. Not only that, but something in my gut told me something was wrong.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Okay, but I'm going to stop for some fries, if you want anything." He said. I only nodded in response. I was really at a loss for words. Everything was just too much to handle.
"After we go through the drive through, how about we go hang out with the boys, to clear your mind off of things?" Harry asked. I wacched him out of the corner of my eye. He kept sneaking glances at me.
"Sure." I said.
"Hey. It's gonna be okay." Harry reassured. He reached over and took my hand in his. He rumbed his thumb over it as a soothing gesture.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. I just have a feeling." Harry said.
"Oh really? Because my feeling is that something is totally wrong." I snapped. I didn't mean to sound so harsh but I was sick of all of this 'it's gonna be okay' crap when I know it isn't.
"Sorry." Harry mumbled, pulling his hand away from mine.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. I'm just extremely stressed." I said, running a hand through my hair. Everything made sense, but then again it didn't.
"It's okay." Harry said, grabbing my hand again. I smiled because he was at least trying to make an effort.
"Thank you Harry." I said.
"For what?" He asked, catching a quick glance at me.
"For being there for me, even in my toughest times. I know I'm not exactly a joy to be around, but you're there for me and I really appreciate that, so thank you." I said, letting a soft smile come across my face.i meant everything I said. I owe Harry so much.
"Anything for you babe." He replied. I smiled.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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"Honey! I'm hoooooome!" Harry hollered as we entered the house.
"Hazza, darling. I missed you so much!" Louis yelled, sprinting into the entry way and tackling Harry into a hug.
"BooBear!" Harry hollered from somewhere beneath Louis. I laughed and rolled my eyes, heading to the living room to sit down.
"Oh hey Al." Zayn said as I sat next to him on the couch.
"Hey Zayn." I answered, tucking my feet under me.
"How are you?" He asked, looking over at me.
"Not so well." I replied. I honestly wasn't well at all.
"Sorry to hear. What's wrong?" He asked, his full attention set solely on me.
"It's a subject for another time. That's why Harry brought me over here, so clear my mind of things." I explained. Zayn nodded in understanding.
"I know the perfect thing." He smirked. I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what his plan was.
"BOYS!" He hollered. Soon, what sounded like a heard of elephants came running into the living room.
