A Little Bit of Love Hate

Regrets

Logan's POV

I scrutinized my actions. Kissing Harry was the worst possible thing I could have done.

I was not thinking, I wasn't thinking about Louis, my career... I was only thinking of Harry.

I couldn't tell Lou.. I couldn't risk seeing him react the same way he did last time. The amount of rage and betrayal he had faced.

My breathing became uneven as I began to panic, the sound of the pumped up crowd echoing throughout the building.

I walked back towards the stage, my eyes on the ground.

All of my energy had been spent, all I felt was guilt and regret...

Phoebe called me, telling me to head onto stage, her eyes searching for Harry.

I walked past her, intentionally brushing our shoulders, her body jerking backwards.

I heard her curse under her breath, calling me a name. I brushed it off, taking a deep breath before walking on to the platform of the stage.

Harry followed the dancers, walking in with a microphone, a smile on his face. He looked at me, grabbing my hand and giving it a light squeeze.

His touch sent a shock through my body, my hand tingling in the places his skin made contact.

I pulled away slightly, my eyes focused on the crowd of people.

Harry began his second song, the choreography for the piece much more difficult. The amount of pressure was increasing, as I looked at Harry, for a moment I saw Louis. The image of his piercing blue eyes making me lose concentration.

I panicked, running off stage and into the restroom. I collapsed onto the toilet seat, my sobs echoing throughout the empty washroom.

I couldn't live with all this guilt...

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I walked into the house, Louis asleep on the couch. I admired his pleasant features, the softness of his expression.

I quietly made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and pouring some in a glass.

I gulped the bitter-sweet liquid down, the taste numbing my senses.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, the quiet melody echoing around me.

I pulled it out, placing it to my ear.

"Hello..?" I slurred, pouring another serving of wine for myself.

"Where are you?" I heard his Cheshire accent ask.

"Home.." I replied, placing the glass o my lips. I sipped slowly, waiting for his reply.

"..Y..you left the concert midway.. They had to find a quick replacement for the next song.. I-I was worried." He whispered into the phone.

"I wasn't feeling too well.. I'm sorry I didn't say anything to any of you.." I said, continuing to drink the intoxicating liquid.

"That's what I told Pamela.. She was a bit pissed about that, but you still have your job." He chuckled lightly.

I heard footsteps padding towards the kitchen.

"Logan..?" Lou called, a smile on his face.

I ended the call with Harry, sticking my phone back into my pocket.

"Hey babe." I smiled, his hands wrapped around my waist, holding me close. He gently placed a kiss on my lips, "I thought you wouldn't be back home til 9." He said.

"I felt a bit ill." I lied, my arms still wrapped around his neck.

He laughed at my response, breaking loose from my grip and grabbing the bottle of wine.

"So you decide to drink?"

Shit.

"...I-..I.." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"You're lying." He chirped, giving me a cute wink.

"I just wanted to spend the rest of night with you love." I said, hoping that my tone of voice never gave me away.

"You're too cute." He chuckled, leaning in again. The way his breath scathed against my skin brought back images of when I leaned in to kiss Harry.

I tensed up, placing my hand on his chest and obtaining a small amount of distance.

A look of question took over his features, brows narrowing with curiosity.

I knew that in order to stay with the person I truly felt in love with that I needed to lie.

"You'll have to catch me for that kiss." I winked.