What If//h.s

Little Talks

We were supposed to be talking, not sitting here next to each other not saying a god damn word.

After telling Liam that I had forgiven him, I quickly explained everything going on with Harry and I up until that day and how we were supposed to have a talk later that night. Liam listened to me, nodding his head and waiting until I was finished before saying anything.

"Well, how do you feel about Harry? That's the main question you have to ask about yourself. Right now you've just been thinking hypothetically. 'If Harry likes me..' 'Harry might..' 'What if Harry..' You need to focus on right now, not the future. Do you like Harry?" My bottom lip trembled. Not because I didn't know but because I was afraid of my answer.

I had already officially ended things with Zayn. I had officially done it months before but I don't think he really understood it until now. I had broke things off with Kendall and this.. This was all for Harry. Did I like him? God, did I love him?

"I don't want to say anything. Because if I say it and if he doesn't feel the same way.." I paused. "I just don't want to get my hopes up." I murmured. Liam smiled and touched my shoulder lightly.

"Of course." He murmured. I nodded my head.

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I had texted Harry as I got to his floor and as I was walking down the hallway to his door, Louis walked out. Upon seeing me, he smiled and left the door open, meeting me halfway. "Hey haven't seen you in a while." He said quietly.

"What? Did you miss seeing my face?"

"Ew. No, gross." He said, wrinkling his nose. I laughed and he smiled. "Um.. About the Harry thing.. You two aren't the most stable people in the world but.." He glanced back at the open door and stepped a bit closer to me. "But I think you two would work well together."

"Louis Tomlinson, am I receiving your blessing to be with Harry?" I joked lightly. Louis laughed with me and then surprisingly, gave me a hug.

"Maybe." He murmured before letting go of me and punching my arm. "See you later kid." I rolled my eyes at him and continued on my way to the dorm. Inside, Harry was sitting on his bed legs pulled up in front of him.

"Hey." I said softly. He looked up at me and put his phone down. Then he patted the empty spot on the bed next to him so I sat next to him and that's how we had been since I walked in.

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"Not much talking is happening." I said slowly.

"I don't know where to start." Harry replied softly.

"Just start somewhere Harry. I don't care where." I said shifting around on his bed so I could face him. He glanced over at me as I placed my hands on my crossed legs. Sitting up, Harry leaned in and kissed me. "Okay, good start." I murmured. Harry laughed a little and I was glad he was loosening up. "Do you like me Harry?" He opened his mouth but closed it quickly.

"Do you like me?" He countered. I sighed.

"Don't evade the question."

"Then don't evade mine." He replied.

"I asked you first!" I exclaimed shaking my head at him. Harry looked away from me and started picking at the fabric of his jeans. I sighed. "Harry, we have to be honest with each other here. Please? I just need to know how you feel about me, if you feel anything at all." I cried out.

"I do." He answered right away. "I just.." He stopped. "Are you in love with Zayn?"

"No, of course not. Not anymore Harry."