Philophobia ≫ l.t

eight

chapter eight

Elizabeth had left Louis' flat a few hours later and she had to admit that she had a great time. Sure, they came very close to making out but they didn't and Elizabeth was thankful for that. She did not need another hickey to try and hide.

After leaving, Louis had texted her several times before she had fell asleep that night which caused Elizabeth to wake up in a great mood. Although Elizabeth was almost always in a good mood, she was in an even better mood this morning.

"Elizabeth!" Harry walked in without even knocking. Elizabeth smiled at the tall boy and stood up to give him a hug.

"How are you, Harry?" She asked while getting back in her seat and getting her papers together as Harry took off his coat and placed it behind his seat.

"I'm good, I presume you're in a good mood today?" Harry asked. Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows at the boy, what did he mean?

"And why do you presume that?" Elizabeth asked while stacking a few papers atop of one another. She waited for Harry to answer while setting things up.

"Well considering you have a bruise on your neck that looks considerably like a hickey, I'm guessing you're in a good mood." Harry smirked. The bruise wasn't going away, it was like an unwanted pimple that would not go away no matter how hard you tried.

"I tried covering it up." Elizabeth's cheeks went red with embarrassment.

"And you failed. So, who's the lucky guy?" Harry asked. Elizabeth looked at the clueless boy, she was guessing that Liam hadn't told him nor did Louis which she was thankful for.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh! Just a spur at the moment kinda thing?" Harry asked. Elizabeth bit her lip was shaking her head.

"I guess you could say that." She chuckled to herself. If only he knew that the 'lucky guy' was his own band mate and best friend, he would probably lose his shit.

"I wanna hear more about this but maybe another time, I'm ready to be interviewed!" Harry sat back in his chair and waited for Elizabeth to start with the questions. Harry was use to interviews, like the rest of the boys but never did he feel so comfortable with someone. It was a new feeling for him but he wasn't complaining, he was hoping that even after the interviews were over and done with, Elizabeth would remain a friend to the boys and him.

"Lets get started."

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"You know, you're a good lookin' girl." Harry complimented. Harry wasn't flirting with Elizabeth - not at all. He looked at her as a friend and he was just trying to be friendly, most people twisted that up to be flirting when it was just a simple compliment.

"Thank you, and you're a good lookin' guy." Elizabeth spoke. Elizabeth wasn't use to being complimented on her looks, it was quite foreign to her in a way. Most people compliment her personality; her intelligence, her hard-work and her gratitude towards those she worked with. Getting complimented on her appearance was a new thing for her, but she wasn't complaining.

"Are there any guys out there that you have your eye on?" He asked. Elizabeth's mind went straight to Louis, it was weird how quickly he could creep his way into her mind.

"Nope, no one." She dismissed her thoughts about Louis and answered Harry. Was she lying? She didn't know. She didn't know whether or not she had her 'eye' on Louis.

"What about the guy that gave you the hickey, there has to be a story behind that." Elizabeth was hoping that Harry had forgotten about the hickey but who could forget about something as prominent as the bruise on her neck?