A Little Bit of Love Hate

Jealousy

-2dayslater-

Harry's POV

I walked up to Louis's flat, knocking on the door and leaning against the wall. My black Ray Bans masked the dark circles beneath my bloodshot eyes, the green of my irises dull and faded. 
The door swung open, Louis greeting me with a slight wave and granting me entrance into the flat.
"You look a bit tired mate." Louis laughed walking me into the kitchen, he stopped in front of the island, handing me a mug of coffee. "That'll give you the morning buzz."
I chuckled in response, taking a sip of the potent drink, my head ache growing worse.
"Where's Logan and Darcy?" I asked Louis.
"She's upstairs with Eleanor looking for some job entries." Louis said, taking a seat on the couch.
"Do you mind if I go upstairs?" I asked him, setting down the mug of coffee onto the counter.
"No, go ahead." 
I made my way up the stair case, hearing giggling from the first room.
"Seriously? He kissed you?" Eleanor's voice laughed.
"On the cheek Eleanor. You're acting like a little girl." Logan scolded.
I stood beside the door frame, listening in on to their conversation.
"I'm sorry! But I find it very intriguing on how you can snatch a boy up like that within moments of meeting him." El said, you could faintly hear Logan's stifled laughter.
"But remember what I said about Harriet..." The teasing tone in Eleanor's voice had made me think about the secrets they'd shared about me.
"Harriet?" Logan laughed, a slapping sound emitting from the room.
"Ow." Eleanor cried, the laughter continuing on.
"Harry and I... Harry and I won't be getting back together El." Logan's tone was more serious, I could faintly picture the look on her face. But that statement made my heart crack even more. I chewed at my lip, looking down at my feet and waiting for them to speak once again.
"Really? The boy loves you!" Eleanor exclaimed. I did love her.
"No. He doesn't El." The room became silent for a moment, giving me the advantage to knock.
"Come in." Eleanor called, I opened the door, keeping my glasses on and giving them a slight wave.
"Mornin' girls." I said, scanning the room for Darcy. Logan stood up, leading me to the farthest room in the corner.
"She's still asleep, a bit tired from yesterday." Logan whispered.
I gave her a nod, mumbling something that I couldn't even understand.
"Are you okay Harry?" She questioned, narrowing her brows.
"Yeah. I'm fine." 
She bravely reached for my shades, removing them and looking me in the eyes.
"No.. you aren't." She whispered. Snatching the glasses from her hands, I slid them back on, looking down.
"What's the matter." Her question, seemed more like a statement.
"I'm just tired." I lied.
"Why were you crying Harry?"
"I wasn't."
"I'm not stupid... just tell me."
"Logan. Can I speak to you in another room..?" I asked her, she nodded, leading me into the restroom.
"Now. Tell me what's wrong." She sighed.
"I...I hated.. I hated seeing you with that other guy." I mumbled.
She narrowed her brows, looking up at me with those pleading hazel orbs, "Why... Harry, he was just a friend."
"But what hurts me the most, is that right after I tell you how I feel, you go on and see another guy."
"Har-" I cut her off, "You know what... it's fine. Never mind.." I mumbled.
I walked into the nursery, taking a seat on the chair and looking at Darcy.
Why did Logan have to come back...? And why did I feel like Darcy was my biggest regret..?