Liam's POV:
"Soo.." I muttered
"Can we... lets go sit down on the couch, yeah?" he said as he began walking towards the living room. He plopped down onto the couch and I stood there for a moment, wondering where I should sit. I decided to just sit on the recliner that was to the left of the couch.
"uhm, I really don't know how to say this I.... Its been brought to my attention that you have, er, more than friendly feelings towards me and-" Harry started
"Well, I mean yeah Harry, I told you that" I said, clearly annoyed with the way Harry was dragging this out, all he had to say was that he had feelings for me, then we could have amazing sex and be together. I realized that I had been staring at Harry for a few minutes.
"Yeah... I... uhm... I don't feel the same way about you" Harry said, struggling through the sentence. I stared at him blankly, trying to take the rejection without crying in front of him.
"I mean... I know that I'm definitely not as straight as I thought I was" he said with a weak smile.
"Oh, I.. uh, okay. That's... yeah. Okay." I said through clenched teeth.
"Are you....are you okay with that?" He said, avoiding my gaze.
"Yeah, yeah, of course. I mean... uh... I should, uhm, probably go...?" I said questioningly. I saw Harry absentmindedly nod as I got up and walked towards the door.
"Do you mind if I maybe take a few days before we all hang out again? Just make up an excuse for me with the boys, yeah?" I said as I got to the front door.
"Yeah, 'course mate" He said with a gentle smile
"Thanks...mate" I said before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind me.
By now it was pretty late outside, as I turned the corner I felt the first raindrop hit my cheek. I looked up at the sky and I couldn't see a single star, I chuckled when I thought about how cliché this was. I mean, it was raining. It was raining and the man I loved just told me he didn't feel the same way, I was so sure that he had felt the same way, but I guess I had watched too many movies and read too many stories where the couple always ended up together, where the main character just needed time to realize their feelings. I can hear the fluorescent signs buzzing and the low mechanical sound of electricity being pumped throughout the club next to me, taunting me with the chance to get black out drunk and forget about this entire day, to pick up a fit bird and take her home, taunting me with the chance of freedom to do whatever I want and have a legitimate excuse by the time morning comes.
I guess if I hadn't been so absorbed in my thoughts I would have seen the car coming, I would have heard the scream telling me to get out of the way, I would have avoided the pain that shot through my body at the impact. But I didn't avoid it.
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Harry's POV:
I sat there after Liam left, thinking. The pain he was feeling was evident given the facial expressions he made throughout the entire conversation, I hope he is okay with the fact that I don't have feelings for him. Sure, he is one of my best friends but even if I did feel the same way we wouldn't be able to be together, we have another tour coming up and a relationship between two band mates could jeopardize how successful it is. I do love Liam, just not in the way he wants me too. I have imagined the way his lips would feel against mine when I was completely sober, or how he would feel inside me when my mind wasn't fogged with confusion and tequila. But that hardly counts as love, what me and Liam had was more of a lust thing then a love thing, and Liam needs to accept that. He probably doesn't even love me, he is just confused about his feelings and wants to experiment.
