It was a long night. I had finally made it back to the flat, taken a shower, and was now lying in my warm bed when I hear a soft knock at my door. I glanced at my clock; 4:26am.
"Come in," I mumbled. The door creaked open painfully slow and I saw a distressed pair of green eyes staring at me in the dim hallway. Harry.
"Hey...," I could tell he was nervous by the way his hands twitched and his voice trailed off as if he had more to say. I nodded in his direction, signalling to him that I had acknowledged his presence. "I- I just wanted to say sorry... I know it must suck, I mean, I know you miss Eleanor and hearing us up here doesn't exactly help..."
Wrong. He was wrong. Hearing Harry and Avery didn't make me miss Eleanor. It made me miss him. What? I don't have feelings for Harry! He is your brother, your best friend. I felt like I was feeling this way because I was spending so much time with the guys, I was forgetting how in love I am with Eleanor.
"Once again, I'm really sorry," he apoligized again. I was still a little annoyed with him but I had to forgive the poor lad.
"How was it?" I asked suddenly. I wasn't quite sure why I avoided the words I forgive you so instinctively. Where the hell did that come from? I asked myself. I wasn't even interested in what he had to say. I just needed sleep.
"What?" He asked, a bit shocked.
"I mean, how was it?" I emphasized the words and said them a bit slower.
"Oh, uh...," he thought for a while, "not that good I guess. You know I don't love her." Harry walked over and sat on my bed. I could tell that he was exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was messy and pushed back. I could now tell that he was wearing a white t-shirt and his blue plaid boxers.
"Then why do you do it? Why do you still bring her home... why do you play her like that?"
"I- I don't know, it's complicated." He seemed reluctant to tell me more, as if he were keeping something from me. What is he hiding? He can tell me anything.
"You know, Harry, you can tell me anything. I would never judge you," I assured him, trying to pry the information from him.
"I know, Lou, I'm just not ready yet." I sighed. Partly in disappointment, but mostly because I knew how he felt. I didn't really love Eleanor and I wanted to tell her. I just couldn't. Not to mention all the weird feelings I've been getting when I'm around Harry, my best friend. I was so confused.
"Harry?" A female voice travelled through the hallway. Harry looked at me, sorrow in his eyes. He turned towards the door to see none other than Avery, wearing only an over-sized t-shirt and nothing more. Ugh. What a slut. Whore.
"See you later, Boobear." My heart skipped a beat when he called me that. Maybe he likes me too. No, that's just dumb. Why would he like me? I'm just ordinary Louis, nothing special here. I'm just like his brother, nothing more.
As I watched Harry and Avery walk away, I couldn't help but think about how much he meant to me. Maybe i'm just confusing those feelings for something else. Infatuation. Yeah, I think that's it.
I sighed in relief at my recent conclusion. I will be fine. We will be fine.
(A/N)
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