A Little Bit of Love Hate

Liam

Harry's POV

"So how's the singing career going...?" Logan asked me, as we walked down the crowded paths to the rides. 
"I...I uhmm... I actually gave up on that." I laughed, looking her in those bright hazel eyes. She raised her brows, lips parting slightly, "You did?" 
"Yeah.. I just couldn't see myself going anywhere. Ya know?" I explained, stopping in front of the cotton candy booth. Logan just nodded, watching me pay for the candy floss. "What colour love?" I asked her, "Huh?" She was obviously distracted, wide eyes meeting mine. "What colour floss do you want?"
"Oh..Uhmm. Pink please." She smiled. I finally caught what was distracting Logan, a boy with short brown hair, almost shaved but slightly quiffed. He was looking at her like she was a new toy, the needy look in his eyes. 
I was slightly jealous, my grip on the bag of candy tightening. I grabbed her by the waist, a gasp escaping her lips as she gave me a questioning look. "What are yo-" I pressed my lips against hers, glancing over to my left to see if the boy was still looking. I saw him look down at his lap, playing with his cell. 
I pulled away, grabbing Darcy from her arms and walking the opposite direction. 
She grabbed me by the shoulder, spinning me around to face her. 
"What was that about?" She questioned, a puzzled look on her face. 
"Don't play dumb with me Lo. I saw you playing smitten with him!" I bit, my tone a bit too harsh. 
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I was not! And even if I was, why would you care?" 
"Because Logan! Are you blind? I still have feelings for you!" I blurted out. She closed her mouth, following me back to the car. 
"I..I'm sorry for snapping at you." Logan whispered once we were in the car. 
I just nodded, eyes still on the road, "It's fine."

Logan's POV

-next day-

"I'm trusting that you'll take care of her." I spoke to Harry, crossing my arms over my chest. 
"Just go shop and enjoy yourself.." He sighed, grabbing the bottle of juice from the fridge and handing it to Darce. 
I leaned down, coming eye level with Darcy, "Mummy will be right back. She's just going to go shopping with Auntie El. Okay babe?" I smiled, pecking her on the nose and making her giggle. 
"Love you babe!" I called, opening the front door. 
"Love you too Logan." Harry shouted from the kitchen. 
"Bye Harry." I sighed, closing the door behind me and running over to the car Eleanor was waiting in. 
"You ready to go?" She smiled, backing out of the driveway. "Mhmm." I hummed. 
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"So how are you and Lou?" I asked, giving her a small smile. 
"We're doing great! As you can see, we've moved in with eachother and everything seems swell." Eleanor beamed, grabbing her numerous TopShop bags off the counter.
"How are you and Harry?" She inquired, giving me a cheeky grin. 
"We're not together. Nor will I ever get back together with him. I just want Darce's father to be involved in her life." I laughed. 
We walked down the cobblestone sidewalks, stopping in front of Starbucks. 
"Thank goodness. I'm parched!" El exclaimed a bit overdramatically and shooting me a wink. 
"I'll wait outside." I said, as she tried reaching into her purse. 
"Are you sure?" 
"Yeah! I'll be fine out here." I smiled.
"Okay, you want anything? It's on me." She asked, pulling out seven pounds and waiting for my response. 
"I'll just have a water." 
"A frap it is then!" 
"Oh c'mon El. Don't." She was already inside and taking her spot in line before I could argue.
I let out a long sigh and pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts and finding Harry's name. I sent him a quick text, asking if Darcy was doing alright. 
Within seconds a cold liquid ran down the front of my shirt. "Ohmygoodness. I am so sorry!" The stranger spoke quickly, running into Starbucks to retrieve some napkins. 
My mouth was still agape, my face flushing red in a fuming manner. 
"I'm so sorry Miss." 
I looked up at the boy, his features familiar. 
"I-it's fine." I sighed, blotting the dark iced tea from my top. 
"Have we met before..?" The boy asked me, looking me in the eyes. I cocked my head to the left, remembering the boy Harry had gotten jealous of. 
"We haven't met or anything, but I've seen you." I said, still rubbing at the thin material. 
"The carnival, right?"
"Yeah..." His light brown orbs fascinated me, somehow putting me in a trance. 
"I'm Liam.. by the way." He blushed, offering me his hand.
"Logan."