Harry's POV:
It was too early to be thinking about this, I thought as I looked over at the clock. It was 3. 3 in the fucking morning. I groaned rather loudly before remembering that the boys were just down the hallway sleeping on the couch and floor. Everyday I thought it over, I probably shouldn't be doing this, especially not to Liam. Our band needs Liam like we need air, Liam is our oxygen. If I push this too far and he gets pissed off, if he leaves the band, I don't know what we'd do. I was having an internal conflict, he did say that he loves me, but how am I supposed to deal with that? I had thought he was straight until then, hell, I thought I was straight until then. I had no idea he loved me so I still don't know why I said "I know", I really just didn't know what else to say. While I was having an internal debate I felt the bed dip next to me. .
"We need to talk" Louis stated simply
"Okay? Why can't it wait till morning? Jesus Lou, it's 3!" I said, clearly annoyed
"You know what Harry? I'm tired of your bull shit. I want to know what's happening between you and Liam. Every night you get drunk and leave and he follows you like a lost puppy right out the door. And I see the way he looks at you, the way he has looked at you since the X-Factor, whether or not he's realized it or not Harry, he likes you. In more then just a friend way, you know, I'm betting that the only reason he went out with Danielle was because you set them up. But you know that already don't you? You know how he feels about you and that's why you take him home every night? God, I thought you were a good guy Harry, you can't fuck with people like this! You cant fuck with Liam like this. You better get your shit together Harry, realize what your feelings are and tell Liam. Tell him! Or else I will.....do something, I'm too tired and fed up with your bullshit to think of a clever way to punish you! God damnit Harry." Louis yelled.
I just looked at him, stunned. Louis had never talked to me like that, and it hurt. What was worse was that he wasn't telling me anything that I hadn't already pieced together after Liam told me he loved me.
"Okay." I replied quietly
"Listen Haz, I hate yelling at you but I can't stand to see what you're doing to Liam. Whenever you're not around he acts all sad and doesn't want to do anything and when you are around he still isn't happy, he just acts all antsy. I... I just want you to realize the domino effect your actions are causing Harry. Liam isn't trying as hard when we're recording, which means that he doesn't correct us when we're wrong or when he knows that our voices could sound better, which makes the album bad. I'm giving you 48 hours to get your shit together Harry. 48 hours." he said before getting up from of the bed and walking out of the room, shutting my door quietly after him.
Liam's POV:
I was sitting with my back to Harry's door, listening to Louis and Harry's conversation, when I heard the creek of Harry's bed, signifying that Louis was done talking to Harry. I quickly got up and went back to the living room where the rest of the boys were sound asleep, I waited until Louis laid back down and fell fast asleep before I let out a long sigh. I thought long and hard about what Louis had told Harry, and about what my own feelings were, was I really in love with Harry? Or was I just being dramatic? I thought I had been in love with Danielle, but now I realize that I was in love with the idea of Danielle. The idea that we were going to get married and buy a big house, have lots of kids and grow old together. The typical family, but when we broke up I realized that that wasn't what I really wanted. I just want someone who loves me just as much as I love them, someone who would rather cuddle with me and watch movies then go out clubbing. Which was definitely not what Harry was doing. Still though, I do believe that I love him, not just the idea of him like with Dani. But he clearly doesn't love me, and I need to get over him. But having sex with him every night is not the way to get over my feelings. I don't know if I can stop though, whenever he isn't around me I feel like I'm not alive, like I cant breath. But when he is around I'm constantly thinking about if tonight is going to be the last time we have sex, the last time I can express my love to him.
