(HARRY’S POV)
“Harry, what’s this?” Louis questions and I glance up from my phone; he was holding a pink thong with the tips of his fingers.
“Knickers, I believe.” I say as Louis wrinkles his nose and throws them into the trash. He then proceeds to wash his hands and walks over to me, flicking water in my direction. “Louis!”
“Do you even know whose knickers those are?” Louis asks with raised eyebrows. I pause, thinking back to the many girls I have brought back into our hotel room; truthfully it all seemed like a blur.
“Erm, Rachel’s.” I lied, causing Louis to smack me across the back of my head. “Ow, what?!”
“You liar, you don’t even know.” Louis says and leans against our dresser, his arms crossed. “This wasn’t what I meant when I said go meet women; does this even make you happy, Harry?”
A small smirk forms on my lips. “Of course I’m happy, I have the company of many girls, why wouldn’t I be happy?”
Louis keeps his brows raised at me and I know that he sees right through my continuous strings of lies. I clear my throat and then glance away.
“It doesn’t really matter.” I confess. I wasn’t happy, I felt numb. These girls, they’re all beautiful but they didn’t fill that hole in my chest. Every hug, every kiss; they all feel so empty and without warmth. I remember the kiss I had with Yuka on the rooftop, the way we didn’t want to let go of each other. I wanted that.
“Harry, if it doesn’t make you happy then stop.” Louis advises. “You’re only hurting yourself.”
“God, you’re being so sentimental.” I groaned, rolling my eyes, and running a hand through my hair. “I swear you’ve taken Liam’s spot as One Direction’s Daddy.”
“Only towards you, because I worry about you.” Louis says his serious face still on. “You still fancy her don’t you?”
I peer up at Louis and his face softens. “Haz, I’m sorry.”
“How would you get over someone?”
Louis leaves his spot against the dresser and sits next to me on the bed, putting my head on his shoulder. “I’d focus on other things, not OTHER women, but maybe your career. Eventually there will be something that’ll make you forget.”
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(YUKA’S POV)
I dropped my duffel bag on the floor and flopped on the queen sized bed, breathing in relief of the soft mattress. We just finished the last interview for our promotional tour, in my opinion we didn’t really need the promo month, everyone in England knew who One Direction was. Our first few concerts were in London so management let the boys go back to their flats instead of hotels and even rented us a flat in the same building as Louis and Harry’s. I took off my shoes and then my jewelry, putting the bracelet Niall gave me into a small box. I touched the white friendship bracelet on my right wrist. Again Harry and I were avoiding each other. When it was good with Niall, it was bad with Harry, and vice versa. I hated that.
I rummaged for my phone from my duffel and texted Harry; I needed to talk to him.
Haz, if people who paint are called painters then what are people who draw called?
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"BREATHE" (One Direction fanfic)
Fiksi PenggemarYuka is in a girl band with her best friends, chasing the musician dream. When a rare opportunity to be the opening act for one of the biggest boy bands in the world, they jumped at the chance. Yuka had expected her music career to change for the be...
