Erm... So... Basically (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 21

Lyla’s POV

    I woke up the next morning at 5am, it was very early but I was going to go for a run then meet Lou, Liam, and Danielle for breakfast. Before I left I wanted to creep into Marilyn’s room to see how she was doing. Last night I knew was a rough for her, it was emotional for all of us in the house.

    I looked at Louis and held him tight when I heard Marilyn’s desperate screams at Harry from up the stairs. Louis held me close and spoke to me “I’ve never heard her like this. I’ve never even seen her be anything but sweet.”

Still holding him, I replied with,

“Well the boy who just confessed his feelings for her is telling her he cant see her anymore. I’d be pretty pissed too…”

Even though Marilyn didn’t sound angry, she sounded hurt.

Louis let go of me and set both of his hands on my shoulders, he looked me right in the eyes.

“You know why he’s doing this, do you?” He asked me, skeptical.

I looked down a little, then back at his eyes.

“Not entirely.” I answered.

He then slowly crept his hands down to my waist and came a little closer to me, I didn’t like the look on his face.

“Harry know’s what’s best for everyone around him, but himself. He knows that if he lets Marilyn go, for now, she’ll have full focus on her music. He also knows the uneasiness with Niall and him will eventually fade away. In his view, everyone will be happy. Even if Harry isn’t, he “will be” because the people around him are. It’s actually rather sad… but I admire him for thinking that way.” He said to me with pure belief and honesty.

I stared up at my secret boyfriend with my eyes open wide in sadness. Harry was an amazing young man.

He truly cared about Marilyn.

He wanted what was best for her.

Even if it killed him.

I then brought my face very close to Louis’s, searching for a kiss. He ever so gently placed his lips against mine, and I felt those familiar butterflies.

When I looked back up at him, I asked him, “Why are all of you boys so perfect.”

He shrugged and laughed when I said that, then became serious and gave me a shocked look.

“But I’m the perfectest right?” He pondered.

“Of course!” I said playfully.

Then Harry came bounding down the stair, fast, yet slow.

Louis and I separated from our closeness to look at him.

“What happened? We heard the yelling.” Lou said.

Harry was facing the ground, and slowly lifted up his head to look at us. I saw the tears filled up in his eyes and his flushed face.

“She doesn’t want anything to do with me. She can’t be around me… because… because…” He started, then got interrupted by the sudden tears.

Lou walked up to Harry and patted his back, then Styles suddenly pulled Louis into a hugged and sobbed into his shoulder. I stood there in a awkward silence…

“Because it hurts her too much.” I said in a hush tone.

Harry stopped crying after that and slowly looked up at me, giving me a look telling me I was correct.