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Chapter Nine (Lucy’s Perspective)
Over the next few weeks, Harry barely leaves my side. It’s great being able to be open with him and have things like the way they were before I realized that I have feelings for him. We both know that there’s a spark between us. I haven’t told Louis or Liam about what happened that afternoon on the bus. I don’t want them getting upset or all worked up.
The best part is not feeling like I have to lie to myself or to anyone else about what I feel for him. He knows. He admits that he felt a spark, too. And that he has feelings for me, too. We’re okay with that. But there is this looming subject that we both are too afraid to encroach.
What would happen if either of us made a move?
Would it ruin our friendship? What would happen if things didn’t work out like we’d hoped? What if we start dating and then we break up? I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s been here for me throughout my whole life, and I’m not sure how I would cope without him at my side. If I could cope…
I don’t even know how he feels about any of this either. We haven’t discussed it any further than what words we exchanged on the bus that day.
What’s worse, I think Liam is starting to catch on. He’s been giving me these looks lately, and I can’t decide what they mean. They’re not angry looks, or disappointed looks. I can’t read his face. His eyes, which are usually so revealing of his emotions, are completely shut off. They’re just brown. No light, no darkness. Just blank.
“Lucy, what are you thinking about?” Harry asks, poking my side.
“Nothing!” I reply, snapping back to reality. I become aware of his fingertip tracing circles into my side.
“Tell me!”
“I wasn’t thinking about anything! I just zoned out!” I lie, giving him the most earnest look I can muster.
“Whatever. Tell me a lie. See if I care.”
“Don’t quote your own songs at me, you turd,” I laugh, ruffling his curly hair. He chuckles and swats my hand away, flattening the curls down again.
“You know what?” He asks, eyes suddenly widening.
“What?” I reply, not sure whether or not I want to know what he’s thinking about.
“You have never told me what your favorite song of ours is!” He gasps, planting his hand onto the mattress on the other side of me and pushing himself up to look at me properly.
“What kind of request is that? I can’t pick just one!” I whine, rolling my eyes.
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