A Little Bit of Love Hate

Dinner

-2 weeks later-

Logan's POV

"Uhm.. Thanks for the help..." I said to Harry, he gave me a slight nod, setting down the box of belongings in the corner of the room. "I'll be setting up Darce's room.." He mumbled, trudging out into the hall and towards the room at the end of the corridor. 

I let out a long sigh, unpacking the numerous boxes piled and scattered around the master bedroom.  

I had finally found a flat in the heart of London, Liam and El had accompanied me finding the building a few weeks ago.  

I smiled to myself, thinking of Liam and his Wolverhampton accent, kind personality... I was engulfed by this warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, laughing to myself at the thought of his ridiculous jokes.  

"Where do you want the dresser assembled?" Harry asked, caught off guard I jumped out of place, startled by his sudden reappearance.  

I stood up, guiding him back into the room and surveying the light green area.  

"Hmm..." I thought to myself, I cocked my head to the left motioning to the wide wall next to the window. "Over here?"  

Harry grunted in response, grabbing the box and tearing it open.  

"You need help?" I asked him, looking at the many pieces of furniture that had to be assembled.  

"I can manage." He bluntly replied. 

I was taken back by his tone, my brows narrowing as I peered at him intently.  

"What's the problem now Harry?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.  

He rolled his eyes, scoffing out loud. "Nothing." 

"Fine.." I whispered to myself, storming out of the room.  

What the hell was up with his attitude, it was like he had his head up his ass. So rude...blunt...inconsiderate. I mumbled a cyrse beneath my breath, kicking the box of clothing aside.  

"Jackass." I mumbled out loud.  

"I'm not deaf Logan." He said from down the hall.  

I grumbled to myself, mimicking him and plopping back down on to the ground.  

I had to be honest with myself though... I was acting like a child.  

I shook my head, taking a deep breath and running my fingers through my hair.  

"Y-you know... I'm sorry." I called out, hoping that he would hear me.  

"Whatever Lo..." 

I heard the front door unlock, his Wolverhampton accent echoing up the stairs, "Logan?" 

I ran down the steps, greeting Liam with a hug. "I brought dinner." He laughed, holding up the bag from Prezzo's.  

"That's sweet of you." I beamed, walking with him into the unfurnished kitchen. 

"Yeah, it really is... but do you have enough for another guest?" I looked over my shoulder, his green eyes meeting mine. Harry gave me a smile, walking over to Liam. 

"Uh.. yeah." Liam said, placing the bag on the kitchen counter.  

"Liam... this...this is Harry. Harry, Liam." I said, introducing the two.  

Harry gave Liam the most fraud smile, offering out his hand.  

"Nice to meet you."