Chapter 3:
*Harry’s POV*
“What?” I asked in a completely bored tone, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the wall as Louis stared at me.
“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know exactly what this is about.” Louis scoffed, rolling his eyes. I simply shrugged, “No I don’t. Do you even know what you’re talking about?”
“Yeah Harry, I do. I’m talking about your sick drunken obsession of using Niall as your sex toy.” Louis snapped at me, causing my eyes to widen in shock as my head snapped up to look at him.
“You know nothing.” I spat defensively, shaking my head. “Oh really?” Louis asked, raising an eyebrow. “Did you forget that one time when you were drunk you came to me, pounding my door down?”
I looked at him before shaking my head and looking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Just like you don’t know what you’re doing to Niall?” Louis said, “You told me everything Harry. I let you in and you broke down sobbing to me about how you hookup with Niall whenever you’re drunk. Do you think that’s fair to Niall?”
“He doesn’t reject me.” I shrugged simply, playing it off like I didn’t care. I had to play it that way, because it was true. Niall had never once rejected me, though I did know I was wrong.
“He doesn’t reject you because he loves you!” Louis exclaimed. My eyes widened and I slowly looked up at him, my head shaking. “No he doesn’t.” I said neutrally.
He doesn’t love me. That’s ridiculous. Niall Horan, loving me? He’s – no.. I can’t even say he’s straight because he lets me fuck him. But one thing is certain – Niall does not, and never would, love me.
“You’re really that oblivious?” Louis asked, “Harry don’t you see the way he looks at you? Or well looked.. Lately he seems sort of scared to look at you.”
“He probably hates me.” I sighed, running a hand through my curls. Louis chuckled, shaking his head so I raised an eyebrow. “He definitely doesn’t hate you Harry. But you use the poor lad for sex, I’m sure he is wondering whether or not you ever remember the nights.” Louis said.
“Sure I remember.” I shrugged, “Err – well most of the time…” Louis sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, “This has to stop Harry.”
“I’m not doing anything wrong.” I said, frowning slightly. It’s not like I’m hurting Niall. “You go and fuck your best friend when you’re drunk.” Louis said, looking at me as if it were obvious enough.
“You act like I’m the bad one here! I’m not sober when I do it for Christ’s sakes! If it’s bad of me, then he’s just as bad since he lets me.” I said stubbornly. I couldn’t care less if I sound like a whiney bitch, Louis needs to learn his place.
“Don’t even try to pin this on Niall.” Louis said in a warning tone. I simply shook my head in disbelief as Louis continued on. “The others haven’t caught on to what’s going on between you two and I highly suggest it comes to a stop before one of them find out. You know how they are when it comes to Niall, especially Liam.”
“You’re making it sound like rape! It’s sex Louis! Sex!” I exclaimed. This whole thing was ridiculous. Who is he to tell me who I shouldn’t have sex with?
“The point is you’re going to hurt him Harry!” Louis exclaimed, obviously becoming frustrated with me. “You’re going to hurt him and then what’s going to happen? He’s sensitive, we all know that. Don’t you care about him or his feelings at all?”
“Of course I do,” I sighed, “But as a friend, my best friend. I don’t have any feelings towards him in the sense of a relationship or being in love. It’s not like that for me or for him.”
“During the sex it’s not like that for him, but only because you’re sloppy ass drunk then. I wouldn’t be surprised if he does have legitimate feelings for you.” Louis said quietly, “But I get it. That doesn’t matter to you.”
My eyes flickered down to my feet as I heard Louis sigh and walk away with the sound of the door closing soon to follow. I waited a few minutes before wandering through the back corridors of the building to see if any of the other boys were still around but evidently they were all gone so I followed suit and headed out to my car.
Louis was wrong. That’s all I could think as I drove home from the interview. Niall didn’t have feelings for me because this is just sex. Goddammit, why can’t two people just be fuck buddies without everyone getting their panties in a twist? Sure I may act like I’ve never placed my penis anywhere near Niall before and I may have been an ass earlier about the love bite that I gave him… it wasn’t in the sense of love or becoming attached to each other though. Not for me, not for him. And well…if it was that way for him then I was already hurting him, and that was never a part of the plan.
~Author’s Note~
Hey guys! Sorry it’s been so long since I updated and sorry for the short chapter. This chapter is sort of just a filler.. But I’m now on break so I’ll hopefully get to write and update!
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