Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 24

Liams POV

Why did I even do that?

This is all such a mess.

I don't know, I just know Georgia is the one I want.

Ever since that night at the club something about her has left remains in my mind.

I usually go for the shy, quiet girls but Georgia's sassiness was something I couldn't deny. There's something different. I know this is wrong on so many levels and I know Harry likes her so much but for some reason I can't let her go. I've stalked her twitter profile every single day ever since that night. I don't know what's come over me but this girl has taken over my mind.

It hurts how she has fallen for my bestfriend instead of me, I know I have to keep my mouth shut because I don't want to anger Harry. I had to tell her though because I feel like she should know.

My conscious tells me to forget about her but my heart says something totally different.

My heart says to keep fighting and not to let anyone bring me down. I don't even know how this happened I don't know why I had to pick Georgia. It just hurts me even more than imaginable because I know she has feelings for Harry, strong feelings.

I don't know why she likes him so much though. Yeah sure he's my bestfriend, but he's hurt her more than enough times.

If I had her I wouldn't have left her in a mob of people only to get trampled on. I would've searched for her until I found her, no matter how dangerous it could've been.

I just feel so bad, I hate this.

I hate lying to everyone I care about. I lied to the boys -especially Harry- and I lied to Georgia.

I know they're probably both going to figure it out and I'm going to get a phone call within a matter of minutes, but I don't care.

I had to get my feelings out so I can hopefully just move on and forget about her.

Even though I don't want to.

Georgia's POV

I heard the front door open and close as I was laying comfortably on the couch. My body instantly tensed up because I knew it was Harry and I knew I had to confront him about everything.

I heard him walk through the house slowly coming towards me. My heart started beating faster because I was afraid he was angry at me. I don't know what I did, but he must be angry at me for something and I need to figure it out.

My line of vision turned away from the television show I was watching and to Harry who just walked through the archway.

He looked better than I imagined. He was wearing a plain black T-shirt and black skinny jeans, so simple but he made them look so much better than that. His jeans clung to his muscled legs and his black shirt wasn't too tight as to say he was showing off but wasn't too loose as to say he didn't care. To top this all off, he pushed his long brown hair back into a quiff.

"Are you done?" He smirked as I realized he was watching me check him out the entire time. I felt my cheeks heat up.

I was so confused though, I thought he'd be yelling at me or something.

"Y-You're not mad?" I asked.

Confusion also etched into his features.

"Why would I be mad about you checking me out? I'm actually flattered," he winked at me and smiled showing his deep dimples.