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Chapter 7

What. The. Fuck.

"N-no! Who told you that?!" I defend.

He looks down, "The boys told me that they think you have sort of a.. crush on me. I don't know!" He frowns.

I am going to kill them. "Well I don't." I say through gritted teeth. He looks up at me and he looks upset, but then angry. 

"I know.. And I don't give a shit, I was hoping you didn't because I love Macie, not you!" Ouch.

"I don't give a fuck! Just go then! Go with Macie who you think cares about you so much, go!" I scream.

"Bitch!" He screams in my face and stomps off, slamming the door loudly on his way out.

I sigh and lay down, tears threaten to fall from my eyes but I refuse to cry over Harry. He is like a brother to me, yes, but he brought this on himself. I do not even know why I feel so bad. Maybe for the fact that I just got in to a major fight with my best friend, or maybe it was because of how he told me he loved Macie, not me. I have no idea why, but that stung like a bitch.

I decide to walk over to Niall's room which is next to Louis', and ask him what the fuck he did. Surely it was him who told Harry, or Louis.

"Niall open the fucking door!" I pound on his door to make sure he could hear me.

The door soon opens, revealing a half naked sleepy Niall, "What do you want?" He groans.

I roll my eyes and push past him, closing the door behind us, "Put some fucking clothes on!" I cover my eyes.

He sighs and resumes to putting a t-shirt and some joggers on. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what you fucking said to Harry!" I scream

He raises his hands in defense. "It wasn't me! Blame Louis, it was his idea to tell him. He wanted to tell him because we kind of all think you like him.. because of Macie.. What happened anyways?"

"Fucking shit," I mumble, "I knew it! Me and Harry got in a big ass fight, and I don't even know if he's going to talk to me again! Why would he tell him?!" I say as tears run down my face, but I don't care.

"Harry asked him." Niall engulfs me in a hug. I rest my head against his chest.

"What? Harry thought I liked him?" I look up at Niall.

He nods, "Uh, I-I think so. I'm not even sure. He wanted to know if you like him and uh.. we sort of heard you in your sleep." He dodges my eyes and scratches the back of his neck.

"What did I say?" My eyes wide.

"Um.."

"What did I say?!" I scream

"You kind of well, admitted that you liked Harry." He looks down.

No. "I didn't say that. I don't like him! At all! I don't, I can't!" I sob into Niall's chest as he holds me.

"It's okay Scar.." He whispers, but I shake my head.

"It's not, I ruined my friendship with him, and he doesn't even like me back. I know I shouldn't like him, but I do! And I can't help that. I just.." I sigh once more, "What do I do?" I tug at my hair.

"I think you should try talking to Harry," Niall says.

"Talk to him?! About what?" I look up at him, he shrugs.

"Tell him how you feel. You denied it when he asked you, didn't you?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

I bite my lip, "Yeah, yeah I did." I sigh.

"Maybe.. maybe he even likes you back? Maybe he only denied it because you did? Just try talking to him, you really got nothing to lose." He smiles

I sniffle, "Yeah, you're right. I think I will," I smile, and he returns it, "But first, I have to go kill Louis," I smirk.

He laughs, "Go then, I'm going back to sleep."

I nod and hug Niall, "Thank you." I whisper.

"No problem," He assures me and hugs back.

When he lets go, I head out his room, and storm into Louis'. Dumbass doesn't bother locking his door.

I see him sprawled across the bed, fast asleep. I smirk and run, jumping and landing on his back.

"What? What the fuck Scarlett?" He groans

I smack him before saying, "That's what you get for telling Harry! How could you, you prick!" I scream and get off him.

He sighs, "I'm sorry but he asked. You know what just go talk to him about this, I really need some sleep," He says before laying back down.

I sigh in defeat, "Whatever." I mumble and head out the door. Harry's room is right down the hall so I don't have to go too far. I knock on his door ever so lightly and wait nervously outside for him to open the door.

"Who is it?" I can tell he's been crying.

"It's.. It's Scarlett. Open the door please Harry," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Go away." He says, no emotion behind his voice.

"Harry. Please, I need to talk to you," I beg once more.

I hear him sigh before he gets out of bed I assume, and opens he door, but makes no effort to look at me but I can tell his eyes are bloodshot from crying. He returns back to his bed after I close the door, giving us some privacy.

"Harry," I start, "I'm sorry. I know I was rude for saying those things about your.. girlfriend.. I-I just.." I can't finish.

Harry looks up at with worried eyes before beginning to speak, "You what, Scar? Tell me." He begs before sitting me down next to him. Now it is me not looking him in the eyes.

I sigh, "You know why I don't like her. I know Louis and the boys told you." I look away from him but his brings my face to meet his.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't I tell you? Harry we're best friends, you're my band mate, you're like my brother! You we're going out with Macie!" I scream, "I couldn't tell you." I whisper.

"You should have.." He whispers.

"Why? Why would I?! So you can tell me that you like Macie, not me?" I scoff and shake my head, "I didn't tell you for a reason Harry, I couldn't.. I can't like you!"

I look up at him and see no emotion from him, he is only staring at me, "Say something!" I plead, but am surprised when he leans in to me, and presses his rough lips against my soft ones.

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