Who Won The Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter 12

[Harry's P.O.V]

It's 3am. 4 hours since I pushed Gemma out of that door to finally have rest and i'm not getting any. I tried counting sheep, actually reading a book for once in my life, and listening to lullabies. I give up and sit up on my bed, turning my lamp and Ross' eyes flutter open.

''You're awake too?'' I whisper.

''No, I'm just opening my eyes while im asleep.'' He replies sarcastically. Don't push it. 

''You've had some pretty fiesty dreams, Ross'' I smile a bit. 

Every 20 minutes or so he'd yell ''No! You can have her!'' followed by an occasional huff. 

''And why are you smiling about that?'' He says, narrowing his eyes. ''You're the worst twin.'' Ross flips over his pillow to get the colder side and closes his eyes. 

''Why are you..awake? W-what's keeping you up?'' He finally says, breaking the silence, the confidence not so clear in his voice.

''I don't know, earlier I guess. I still can't let it sink in, you asked her.'' 

''Yeah, try being me if that's keeping you up,'' He sighs. 

''I'd rather not.'' I joke and he just ignores my remark.

This might be the first time in a while we've had a proper conversation, although it wasn't the nicest siblings should have. I can't help but think what's going on in Alexis' mind right now. I wonder if she's crying, I hope not anyway. As much as I want to get up in this moment and understand what she's saying, I can't. I have to give myself and Ross some time off, even if that means ignoring her at school. 

''I genuinely want to know how it went.'' Ross says, eyes still closed. I was dreading telling him, it felt wrong but it's his own fault for trying to steal her off me. 

''Well, we went mini golfing..'' I start, looking back at him and he just nods. 

''The classic 'arms around shoulders' I see?'' His voice much calmer, as if he's started to accept it. 

''Er, yeah,'' I simply say. ''and then a mcdonalds drive thru.''

''Seriously?'' He sits up. ''And she liked that?'' 

''I guess so.'' I wasn't willing to tell him about the garden part, it just isn't the right time for that. Maybe when he's older, or until he's married, that's if he finds someone.

''We went to a really expensive italian resteraunt and she didn't like that!'' He says, in a childish tone. 

''Maybe your grammar rants and chemistry jokes didn't go good.'' I reply. 

''Didn't go well, you mean.'' He corrects quickly.

''Proves my point.'' I say and he nods in defeat.

[Alexis' P.O.V]

I can't sleep and the overthinking is driving me insane. I get up, make myself a snack, get crumbs all over my bed, dust it off, try to sleep and fail. The guilt is slowly sufficating me and I can't deal with it. A simple ''no'' on that Sunday afternoon could've worked. Or a simple ''I just see you as a friend''. But no, I decide to create this whole route of drama. If anyone at school finds out he'd be teased, but I don't need to worry about that right now, it won't happen. I won't even tell Mai. 

I wonder if either of them will even look at me tomorrow. I've made them hate eachother even more and I wonder if Harry slept on the coach downstairs or something. 

'' 'Oh I need to do my science homework', Bullshit.'' 

His voice haunts my thinking and I'm still in surprise of his sort of rough behaviour towards me. He's always been a softie at school and always will be in the eyes of everyone. 

I'll try and apologise to them both tomorrow, I mean today. I keep forgetting it's the middle of the night. Even if they try to avoid me, I'm going to try and make it work and try to stay away from Harry as much as possible until Ross forgets about it a bit. 

I remember my conversation with Megan earlier, and the advice she gave me. 

Don't talk to Harry until Ross has moved on.

Try to be friendly with Ross, but don't lead him on..again.

Help Ross find someone he might like? You never know. 

This is just too difficult and I don't know where to begin. The sunlight has started to come through the curtains and I haven't got any sleep. I know that if I try to sleep now, I'll probably never wake up so I decide to get up and get ready for an eventful day.