Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Thirty-Four.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

"What do you mean Harry came around here?" I asked, really confused. Why would I lock myself in my room because he visited me?

"He came around today, thinking you were already home. He wanted to surprise you. We told him you hadn’t even got on your flight yet and the poor soul, his face dropped completely. He apologised to us for hurting you and said he should’ve asked Meghan for help rather than Caroline. He was literally crying Aimee. It broke my heart when I saw him leave." Mum said. I jumped up off the chair and ran to the door. I literally ran to the 1D house. I need to see Harry. I madly knocked on the door until Louis answered.

"AIMEE! You’re back! How’d it go?"

"Where’s Harry?"

"He’s bus- Did you get through?!"

Why did he change the subject?

"Louis, I’m not mad at him, where is he?" I asked, stepping inside.

"I- I don’t know." He said. He's hiding something.

"Well, is Liam here?" I asked.

"No...?"

"Where is he?" I was starting to get pissed off.

"He went over to see Meghan." He replied.

"Meghan isn’t home?" I replied, knowing she'd be on her way to get Tori.

"I’m confused... who are you looking for?" Louis said. Niall appeared from the stairs and stood behind Louis.

"I’m looking for Harry."

"Oh, he’s upstairs with Lauren." Niall blurted out. Louis turned around and hit Niall very close the crown jewels.

"No! No he isn’t. We have to go Aimee, sorry. Uh... bye!" He pushed me back out the door and shut it in my face. Harry was with Lauren. In bed. With Lauren.

Harry Styles has just broken my heart for a third time. Did he even mean what he said to my parents earlier? Did he really love me? I now regret not replying to his text. That's right, I couldn't find the right words to reply to him with. I wasn't sure if he truly meant it, so I didn't say it back in case I made a dick of myself. I should've just done it. For all I know, that could have been me in bed with Harry right now.

I slowly walked home, my head spinning with questions and emotions. Why is he doing this to me? He knows how fragile I can be sometimes. People say ‘third time lucky’ but that’s not what’s happened to me. For me, it’s more like ‘three strikes and you’re out’. I ran into my room and flopped on my bed on my back and stared at the ceiling.

Why is my life so complicated?

Liam’s P.O.V.

I drove around to Meghan’s. I walked up to her flat and knocked the door. I waited a few minutes. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. I sighed and walked back and sat in my car. I pulled out my phone and called Meghan. She took forever to answer. "Hello?" She eventually said.

"Hey babe. Where are you?"

"I’m out, why?" She said, almost like she was trying to get rid of me.

"Oh... I’m at your place. How long are you going to be gone for?"

"I’m not going to get home until late. Sorry." I heard laughing in the background, along with Meghan laughing.

What is she up too?

"Oh, ok. I’ll just head back home then. Will I see you tomorrow? I miss you."