Last First Kiss {A One Direction Fanfic}

Chapter 17 - Do They?

Chapter 17 - Do They?

*Cas’ P.O.V.*

Harry offered me his bedroom for the night, it was very sweet. I looked around at the other lads who didn’t seem too happy with Harry. I shrugged it off and said goodnight to the boys, and walked to Harry’s room which he had showed me the way to a few hours earlier.

I laid on my bed thinking over the thoughts of what had happened over the last few days. I couldn’t sleep. I needed to know what was going on. I needed some answers. I decided this was the perfect opportunity to speak with Harry and find out the truth.

I slowly opened my door, not wanting to wake anyone up and tip-toed down the hallway and down the stairs. I made my way to the lounge where I saw Harry sitting on the chair with his feet on the coffee table and hands behind his head, staring into thin air.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” I asked, taking a seat next to Harry.

“Nah, too much on my mind.” He said, not taking his eyes off whatever he was staring at.

“What’s wrong Haz? You can tell me anything ya know.” I said, turning to face him, crossing my legs on the couch and placing one hand on his knee to comfort him. He moved his leg as soon as I did this. I moved my hand promptly, unsure what was going on.

“I-I… Uhhh… I…”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have done that.” I cut him off from rambling. He smiled sweetly at me.

“No it’s fine, I just don’t want the others to think something’s going on when it’s not. And since they all like you…“ I cut Harry off before he could finish.

“Ummmm, what?”

“They all like you? Wait you didn’t know?”

“No I had no idea. Ok well I had a slight idea, that’s why I came down here, to talk to you about it. I just wanted to be sure.”

“Do you like any of them?” Harry asked raising his eyebrow in curiosity.

“No. I mean, not like that. I mean, I’m not entirely sure. The last time I was with you guys, I hated you. I don’t hate you anymore, but I don’t want to be in that kind of relationship with any of you. I just want to be friends you know? But I don’t want to hurt any of the boys. Besides, I barely even know you lot…” I trailed off, looking at my hands as I started fidgeting with them in my lap.

“Cas,” Harry began, lifting my chin so I was looking at him. “You don’t have to like the boys. You don’t have to make the decision now. Just don’t lead any of them on until you know which one you do like. And if you still don’t like any of them, and they tell you they like you, then tell them the truth. Sure they will be hurt and upset at the start, but they will understand. But if you like one of them, you have to tell all of them. Otherwise, we may not be One Direction for much longer.”

I looked at Harry, knowing that he was right. I don’t want to be the reason for the boys breaking up as a band. I don’t want to be that person. I have to tell them how I feel. And by the end of this 2 weeks, I will tell them how I feel. Good or bad.

“Thanks Harry. I’m going to get some sleep. Night.” I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a big hug. He kissed my forehead softly and I stood up and began to walk out the room, before turning back to Harry. “What was bugging you Harry? You never told me.”

“It’s fine, honestly. It’s mainly just about you lot. I’ll be fine. We can talk some other time if it’s still bothering me. Go to bed. You look exhausted. We have a big day tomorrow.” He half smiled at me, worry clearly still written on his face. I smiled at him and walked away, knowing that when he was ready to talk he would.

*~*~*~*~*~*

For the next few days we just fixed up some of the lads songs – we still had a good 10 or so to go. It was now Friday, and we were performing our song for the first time to my Dad, Paul, the rest of the producers and most importantly, Simon. I was really nervous. I sat in the common area of the recording studio just strumming the cords of ‘Last First Kiss’ over and over, replaying the song in my head.

“You’re gonna make yourself more nervous if you keep doing that!” Harry grabbed the guitar off me and sat down.

“I can’t help it. I rehearse things over and over when I’m nervous.” I explained trying to reach for my guitar but having no luck as Harry kept pulling it away from me.

“Why are you nervous, love?”

“What if they hate the song? What if it’s not as good as we first thought it was? What if I sound shit like I do?”

“A. They will love the song ‘cause B. The song is AMAZING! C. You are most definitely not a shit singer and D. You over think and worry WAY too much!”Harry smirked at me and laughed. He was right, I do over think everything and worry about nothing.

“Errrr… Whatever Harry! Just give me my guitar back, please!” I begged, trying to snatch it back from him.

“Nope. Not until it’s time to perform.” He smiled at me and walked out of the room, with my guitar. Jerk.