Anything Can Happen

Chapter Three

Here's another update !! Like I've said, I'm going to start getting busy, so they might start to get farther apart ... but hopefully they will have more thought out and edited, lol.

Louis POV

I am awaken from my deep sleep by the sound of the front door slamming shut. I slowly sit up from my sleeping position on the couch, and am greeted with a major headache. I internally vow to myself never to have another drink for the rest of my lifetime.

"Well, I hope you're happy," Liam smiles sarcastically, sitting down next to me while letting out a deep breath of air. It's only now that I realize the circumstances, and that I had left Liam at the party, alone, with a bunch of drunk idiots.

"Li, I'm sorry." I start, but I can tell it isn't going to cut it.

"Care to explain what happened? There better be a good explanation," Liam chuckles, even though nothing he or I said was funny.

I let out a shaky breath, not quite sure of how to explain all of the events throughout the past couple of hours.

"Li, I fucked up," I cry out.

The disappointed look on his face his replaced with sorrow, and he opens his arms open for my body. I mold to his chest, and let out deep sobs. If there was any chance at me and Harry to start off with, it was definitely taken away after my little screw up.

"Do you want some time? Or can you explain it to me," Liam asks lightly.

Externally, he looks like this big, macho guy. One would never realize that inside, Liam has the biggest heart. And the beauty about his big heart, is that he's not ashamed to show it. He wears it on his sleeve. It's always present, which is why I love having him as a mate, because there's never a moment when he wasn't there for me when I needed it, like tonight.

I slowly pull apart from him, wipe away my tears with the pad of my thumb, and gently nod my head, "I can explain," I say, giving a small smile, grateful that Liam is open to listening. He nods his head in response, and gives me his full attention.

I explain everything, from before Harry and I were drunk to him running out of the bathroom. I don't hold back any detail, feeling that comfortable around Liam, although his nose cringes when I mention certain parts.

"Lou, it sounds like Harry darn near fucked up as well," Liam says, patting my shoulder.

I shake my head, but I know he speaks the truth, "But I could've stopped everything. I'm the older one, and I should've acted like it," I say disappointedly, dropping my head to look at my entwined fingers.

"Hey." I feel my face being lifted by a pair of strong hands, and my eyes are met with Liam's big brown ones, "Harry's missing out. You're a great lad, and if he had any intentions of kissing you last night, doesn't that give you any sort of reassurance? Doesn't this prove Harry's feelings for you?" Liam questions, chuckling slightly near the end.

I furrow my eyebrows, "Not really, no?" I reply, it coming out more like a question.

Liam somehow finds this funny, "You must be joking! Come on, Louis! Harry kissed you, how can you honestly think that he doesn't have any feelings for you? You're smarter than that, and I know it," Liam says, crossing his arms over his chest.

I shrug my shoulders, "Easy. He was drunk." I explain without hesitation.

Liam rolls his eyes, and stands up from where he's seated next to me, "You know what they say: drunk actions are sober thoughts," he says sing-song like, while walking away into his bedroom.