See Me Now (Mirry: Harry Styles&Michael Clifford)

Chapter 12

*Mike's POV*

The only good thing about tonight is that Ash is here. We have been talking about a lot and he has tried to keep my mind of Harry. Let me just say that it didn't work. The boy sitting opposite of me is drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I am aware of every little movement he makes, his rising chest when he breathes, the flutter of his eyelashes, the dimples popping up whenever he laughs... I don't get it, I don't think I ever will. Everything he does is so clear to me, while I have no clue what colour eyes Louis has and he is Harry's best mate. I should know that...

"Hey mate, want to go to the kitchen and get some more soda?", Ash asks, getting me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah sure, I need another view."

"As if you aren't enjoying it?", Ashton smirks.

"To be fair, no, not really."

We walk out of the room, into the kitchen and grab ourselves a fizzy drink.

"So, you and Harry huh?"

"What about it?"

"Are you in love?"

"What? No!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! No! I don't know..."

"What aren't you sure about?"

"I have never been in love before Ash, I have no clue what it is like or how I am supposed to feel. Also, I am here for Niall, not for Harry."

"You kind of are mate, remember Simon's words? You need to focus on his uncle as well, learning him how to be young again... Something along those lines."

"Helping him to become young again, not to confuse him much more. Besides how can I help him when I keep disappearing. It either means he doesn't want to believe in me or he just isn't interested in the person that is me."

"He has been staring at you the entire night Mike, I'm pretty sure he likes you in more than a friendly way."

"How do you even know he was staring at me, maybe he was staring at the chair I sat at, cause I was invisible."

"Even then, he kept glancing to see whether you would pop up. He likes you."

"You don't know that."

Before Ash could reply though a loud noise fills our ears. We both turn around and see Harry standing there, looking at the plate that is shattered in tiny little pieces.

"Euhm... Yeah, so... uhm... I dropped that plate. Don't worry about it... you should just... euhm... continue your converstion.", Harry drops to his knees and starts cleaning up.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No, no, don't worry. I'm fine. Really. See... I'm cleaning. I can do that... DAMN! Ugh, that hurts!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just cut my finger. That's okay though. I can handle it, I'll probably even survive the attack on my finger. What am I saying...", Harry looks around frantically, then back at his feet and lets his shoulders slump in a defeated way.

"I'll... let me put a bandage on that? Yeah, I'll do that."

"I'm just going to go back to the living room and leave you two to it.", Ash says and winks at me. I know that it means something, I just don't know what.

"Do you have any clue where Matt and Ashtyn keep their bandages?"

"Nope, I don't."

"Well, I'm sorry for invading their privacy then, but I'm going to go through their drawers...", I slowly walk to a cupboard and open the drawers, finally finding some bandages, "So euhm... There are bandages on here with cats or bears... Euhm... is that bad?".