Chapter 11

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EDWARD'S POV

"You need to tell him you love him." Harry spoke to me inside my head as I watched t.v. and Louis was making breakfast.

"I'm not telling him that Harry." I responded into my head.

"Edward, you need to. He needs it."

"I'm not going to lie to him Harry."

"What do you mean lie?" Harry asked. "You're not lying."

"I don't love him."

"What?" Harry asked. "Of course you do."

"No Harry." I said. "I don't."

"But you finally had sex with him?"

"It was just a fuck. I was horny. You know I only fuck."

"Yeah but you were waiting?"

"No." I said. "You and Louis were having so much sex that I was worn out."

"But-" Harry said but didn't finish.

"But nothing." I spoke. "I don't love him. I don't love. It's just that simple."

"But he could leave us Eddie."

"Well then that will suck."

"But, I love him Edward." Harry said getting sad.

Harry never gets sad.

That's Marcel.

Also Harry doesn't get angry.

That's me.

So what went down yesterday with Louis was weird.

"Stop being so sad Harry." I said.

"I can't help it." he said upset. "I don't know why I'm so sad. I'm never sad."

"Well I'm sorry that you're feeling that way, but I'm not lying to Louis and I don't want to lie to myself."

"But you're hurting Marcel and I in the process."

"Um? I have never once heard Marcel say that he loves Louis."

"I'm sure he has." Harry said.

"Marcel?" I asked.

"No, I haven't." Marcel answered quietly.

"What?" Harry asked.

"It's just you." Marcel said.

"But? So that means you don't love him?" Harry asked Marcel.

"I don't know to be honest. I feel something for him but I don't know if it's love?"

"But it's been five months!" Harry argued. "I've even slept with him and so has Eddie."

"It wasn't special to Eddie." Marcel replied.

"Well it was special to me." Harry said.

"Well I just don't know Harry." Marcel said.

"But Marcel." Harry said and Marcel didn't reply.

"Harry, you just need to chill." I said.

"Shut up Edward." he said back to me in response.

"No." I said to him. "I won't shut up. You need to take a chill pill."

"I am chill."

"No, I mean a chill pill on life."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You don't love him Harry."

"Yes I do." he defended.

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