A Little Bit of Love Hate

We Could Happen

Logan's POV

I continued to drive down the long road. The tears continually streaming from my eyes.

I honestly had no idea where to go, where to stay.

I was lost.

Seeing Louis and that girl in our flat made me feel horrid. It was as if his personal vendetta upon me was accomplished.

Tempting me to feel the way he had felt when I said Harry's name back at the lake.

I pulled over on the side of the road, turning my engine off and letting a sob escape from my lips.

I felt hopeless. All those past reminisces of pain and loss seeping beneath my skin.

I couldn't speak to Harry at the moment. The way he reacted when the brunette had recognized him made my fists clench. The blush on his face had only subsided when he had seen the stare he was receiving from me.

I groaned, throwing my phone onto the passengers seat and cursing beneath my breath.

My phone began to light up, signaling the seventeenth missed call from Harry.

The phone had eventually ceased ringing, Harry might have figured that I would decline his calls continuously until he had stopped.

Placing my head against the cool glass window, I let out a sigh.

The road was dark, vacant to say the least.

"Why..?" I croaked to myself, examining my silhouette in the mirror.

I was a wreck.

Falling for my tormentor once again, forgetting the man I had fallen in love with.

I grimaced, looking at my lap.

Finally decided, I started up the car again, making a U-turn and making my way back to my desired destination.

Harry's POV

"Logan.. Please answer your phone." I groaned.

This was the twentieth voice mail I had left her.

I decide to give up, shoving my phone into my pocket and slumping down onto my couch.

I shoved my face into my palms, groaning in frustration.

Why was she so stubborn?

She has changed over these past few years. Her attitude was more rebellious and fierce, the way she fought back surprisingly entertaining. She was the complete opposite of her high school self.

It made me feel differently... It was as if I was falling completely in love with her again.

But I knew I couldn't be in love...

She has Louis.

Louis means as much to Logan as she meant to me.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts.

I stood up, sluggishly opening the door.

Her long brown hair framed her face perfectly, the shadows concealing her expression.

"Log-" She cut me off, pressing her soft sweet lips against mine.

Her arms slowly wrapping around my neck as my own slithered to her hips.

I tried my best to speak, her lips cutting me off every time.

I found myself on the couch. Her long legs straddling my hips, her hands on my chest holding me down.

"Wha..what are you doing..?" I stammered.

She kissed my lips one last time before responding, her words tickling at my ear.

"How about a surprise?"