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IV - Harry

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Chapter Four- Harry

The lads and I ran out the door of our studio as Carly's car pulled up on the curb, just as she climbed out. She looked stunning-hell, she'd look stunning in anything- in her dress. Her hair was pinned half up, and her face almost clear of makeup. That was one thing about us lads, we didn't like girls who tried to cover up imperfections with makeup and fake personalities. You are who god made you, no matter if you like it or not.

"Hello, love." Louis grinned, stepping forward to take her arm. She backed away and settled for standing next to Niall, who seemed happy enough.

"Hello." She simply returned, glaring at me coldly. Her eyes were brown, with gold flecks and a gold tint around the pupil. They were quite beautiful, if I do say so myself, but why was she being so cold toward me?

"Let's go inside, yeah?" Zayn smiled sheepishly, holding the door open for her. She thanked him, walking inside and down the halls of the large building. Louis ran up to her side, starting to explain how it had been him on the phone. I could hear her quiet laughter. It sounded as if an angel was being tickled. Yes, I believe that's what it would sound like.

I could tell they were already comfortable with each other, for the way Carly leaned in at Louis' every word. It made me angry-jealous even. Why would I be jealous of my best mate, who already has a girlfriend?

I could hear them talking ahead of me, and also I felt the presence of a person next to me. I felt am arm snake around my shoulders, but not in an intimidating way. I looked over to see Zayn looking at me with a worried expression evident.

"What's on your mind, mate?" He asked quietly, as if to not let the others hear-especially Carly and Louis- our conversation. I ran a hand through my hair, shrugging, before answering him. "Carly seems to have taken a liking to Louis already."

"That's Louis for you. He's always making new friends. Plus, he has Eleanor. Don't be jealous, mate. It's not a good look for you." He chuckled, patting my shoulder softly.

We made it to the lounge and all plopped our bodies down on a couch or chair. Carly just sat in a plush bean bag chair in the corner, her eyes saddened and disappointed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement heading towards her. Craning my head, a watched as Louis sunk his bum into the chair next to hers, leaning in to look at her. She laughed as she pushed him away playfully, but sadness was still evident in her eyes. I couldn't help but think it was because of us, which most likely, it was.

I couldn't help the jealously building up and threatening to explode inside me as she and Louis became more and more of friends with each second that passed. Jealousy, I don't know why. I barely knew her, let alone had a reason to feel jealous that Louis was getting along with her and not so much as me. She hasn't so much as looked at me and smiled, let along make small talk. I just had this strong urge deep inside to just waltz up to her and pull her away from him, to stay beside me. These things, I shouldn't be feeling them for a girl who doesn't even seem to like me, let alone want to speak with me.

"Harry, lad? You all right mate?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over to see Niall and Zayn looking at me worriedly. I sighed and through clenched teeth, spoke , "Just peachy."

"You were balling your fists pretty tight, lad. Your knuckles were purple."Concern laced his words, his accent thicker.

"I'm perfectly fine, Niall. Thank you." I slumped back against the back of my chair, as if trying to let the chair swallow me and my thoughts, just letting me disappear and leaving people wonder how I did it.

Now if only I could get Louis away from Carly.

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