Chapter two
Jamie's POV
I walked down the stairs to find just Harry in the kitchen sitting at the wooden, round table. Seated in the chair closest to the wall. "What are you doing here?" I looked at him in utter disgust, walking over to the coffee maker. "Visiting. Problem?" He smirked, mouth half full with a breakfast sandwich. I gave him a raised eyebrow and turned to the maker. "Liam is my friend, yanno." He said, getting up, pushing his chair in with the kick of his foot and walking over to me. "Having trouble there?" He asked. Looking like he actually cared. We hated each other. I mean, I hated him. I didnt used to.. I reeaallly liked the guy, actually. I don't know what happened.. "I'm fine! If I wanted you or your help, I would have asked! In fact, Who did ask you to come. If you werent asked, you werent wanted. And you arent." I replied. Not realizing how rude that actually was. He was a little hurt. "Sorry.." I said lowly focusing back on my coffee. "You like it dark, too?" He asked. "Excuse me?" I gave him an awkwatd look. "Your coffee. Aha" He said, forcing a laugh. "Oh! No, hah. I mean, I do. But I prefer light coffee." I said chuckling. I walked over to the table and took a seat on the cold, wooden chair. Harry stayed leaning against the counter. "Have a seat." I told the curly headed boy. "I was gonna go, actually." He stated. "Noo. Sitt. Plleeaassee." I Begged with a puppy face. Oddly. "You hated me a second ago! Confusing you are." He laughed as he sais so, taking a seat next to me. "If I'm being honsest with you.. and.. myself.." I started. "I like you. Okay? I act like I hate you but honestly, when you were around more, back before tour, I was so happy. I'm So-" He cut me off. He kissed me. "Sorry, I shouldnt have." Harry pulled away. "It's fine. I Liked i-" I was cut off by a familiar light brittish accent. "Whats going on here?!" Zayn walked into the kitchen with a confused look. "We were just-" Harryt began, But zayn finished. "Kissing! I thought you were rivals!? No?" He asked leaning againts the counter in shock. "Well," "We," "I," She," We peiced the words back and forth. "We were just talking!" Harry and I said concurring. "Im just trying to figure this out but you're being so-" Zayn said with a mouthful of cake, Cutting himself off when he saw Pie. "Ohhh!" He paced to the table. " I wont tell Liam. I Promise," Zayn said, focusing on his pie. "Mmmmm." he vibrated as he crammed the last peice of Apple pie in his mouth. "You wont say anything?" I questioned. "Nothing." He mumbled licking his long fingers and then moved them smoothly along the inner rim of the pie tray, eating the crumbs. So strange.
