Chapter 53

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The hallway from Harry's bedroom to the living room feels cold. When I walk up to kitchen, the green number on the microwave show that it's nine-twenty. I sigh, opening up the fridge to grab the carton of orange juice that just so happens to be completely empty. I roll my eyes in annoyance at whoever shoved it back in before tossing it into the trash. I take a banana out of the fruit basket in the corner of the counter and peel it as I make my way over to Michael's bedroom door. My knuckles hit the dark wood and I hear a gasp that doesn't sound like Michael.

"Just a second." The door handle jingles, hearing a crash which causes me to step back away from the door. It's swung open seconds later, revealing Michael's head popping out from behind the door as he hides himself. My eyes venture over to his girlfriend, laying in bed with the black covers up to her chin. Her face painted red in embarrassment.

"Oh-I-um.. I didn't mean to interrupt." I start going on about how sorry I am, keeping my eyes away from the two of them.

"Hold on." Michael tells me, shutting the door and I bite my lip in awkwardness, taking a step down to the living room that's right off his room.

Seconds later, the door opens, and I look back at Michael pulling a black tee down his body before quietly shutting the door closed. "What's up?" He asks with concern and I start bending down to sit on the couch. "I didn't even know you were here."

"I went to him last night." I say and he messes with his hair, trying to fix it as much as possible.

"Yeah?" Michael asks, lingering it to continue.

"He was drunk." I say and he purses his face with a head tilt.

"I'm not surprised, he was at his dad's." Michael says in a laugh, and looks me in the eyes. I tear mine away and look back over my shoulder towards Harry's room before playing with my fingers.

"He told me he was in love with me." I blurt out and I glance over at Michael looking at me with slight shock.

"You're kidding?" Michael says in disbelief, a short laugh following. I shake my head no, feeling my pony tail sway side to side. "Do.. Do you believe him?" Michael asks looking over at me with curious eyes and I lick my lips, sitting back against the couch with my knees to my chin.

"I did last night, I guess. Now he's hungover and doesn't remember a thing." I bite my lip in worry, staring down at the coffee table and I hear a sigh escape from the body next to me. "He was treating me like we were still hooking up or something, he told me to come hang out with you until he wakes up." I tell him, looking over.

"Have you told him what he said last night?"

"No." I say quiet, hugging my legs tighter. "I don't know if I should or not because I'm scared of the reaction I'll get." I admit and Michael starts rubbing his stubble on his chin like he's thinking of something. "Like what do you think? Don't they say that true feelings come out when you drink?"

"It can happen but I've never known Harry to be an honest drunk. He tends to be an asshole or he's playful. Never an in between." Michael shrugs before looking back towards the hallway. "Then again, he doesn't drink very much anymore."

"I want to tell him but he'll probably think I'm only saying that just because I want him to love me." I relax my face in a soft frown and feel sick to my stomach. "What would you do?" I ask and he brings his eyebrows together in confusion. "Like if you were drunk, told Natalie you were in love with her, and then the next morning you didn't remember. Would you want her to tell you?"

"Well yeah, of course. I wouldn't want her pondering what I said."

"So I should tell him?" I bite the inside of my cheek and feel my body heating up at the thought of me actually telling Harry that he confessed his love for me. This could go good or bad. He could laugh in my face, flipping out on me or he could let it come to him and remember it exactly.

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