Don't go || m.c

5

Lil's POV

I wake up late in the morning, Jade has already left to go to uni, Ashton's car has gone so I guess he had something else to do. I have breakfast but can't stop thinking about Michael and what our relationship status is, if we have one, every time I see him I forget, it's just him, it's been bothering me for a whole week now. I jump at the sound off someone coming in through the front door.

"Who is it?" I call out.

"It's Tuesday, who do you think it is?" Harry's voice calls back, I forgot, Harry comes over every Tuesday, he was busy last week though, he walks into my room where I'm sitting, "whats up?" He asks, sitting down on the floor.

"Not much, just thinking about stuff," I say.

"You alright? You sound a bit off."

"Yeah, I'm kind of confused and have been over thinking something that I shouldn't have."

"Over thinking? You? You're kidding right, you're so spontaneous," he laughs, "whats on your mind?"

"A guy that I don't know what we are."

"Tell me about it."

I tell Harry about Michael and how we met and tell him everything leading up to now, this is something I love about Harry, he actually cares and he isn't faking it either, there is something within his deep green eyes that tells me that he is interested, I should find it weird telling him but I don't.

"I would say you're dating but he has only taken you on one date so I don't know, I don't really have relationships so I wouldn't know."

"Well I've never been in a relationship either."

"Guess this means we can't fuck," Harry laughs and I can't help but roll my eyes at him and join him in laughing.

"Well we're hanging out because I've never been able to hang out with you without you coming onto me all the time."

I grab a pillow from my bed and throw it at him, he catches it just before it can hit him in the face, "don't pretend you didn't like it."

He throws the pillow back at me, "whatever but can we hangout tonight?"

"Sure."

Harry stays around until he has to go to one of his classes so he can catch up with Louis. I'm glad we're friends and not just fuck buddies, he stays around and wants to hangout knowing it doesn't get him any sexual advantages, most guys wouldn't do that, hell, no guy I know would do that.

The more I'm alone the more I think about Michael, I long to be with him, is that weird? I don't even know what's gotten into me, I feel sick because I can't stop thinking about him, I feel physically ill. I walk to the uni to get some fresh air, Harry is sitting in his car on the phone, not expecting me this early, I get in the passengers seat and he says goodbye to who ever is on the other line.

"Is this okay?" I ask, he raises his brow in confusion, "that you drive me, it's just that we agreed you'd drive me if I-" I'm cut off.

"Of course it's okay, I said that because that's all I wanted but then we became friends so I drive you because you're my friend," Harry reassures me.

"Come in and I'll get you a drink," I offer when he pulls up.

"You know me, I'll end up drunk and I have to drive," he politely declines, "when does this shift end?"

"Eight, just before all the fun starts," I laugh.

I go and do the usual routine of filling and refilling glasses, I keep myself busy so I don't have time to think about Michael but Ashton finds his way to sneak into my mind, he is so nice to me, offering to drive me home at one in the morning. Right on 8 o'clock Harry walks in, fuck he is hot and I'll forever be sexually attracted to him but for once I don't feel like sleeping him, it's weird, I can just admire him and that's all I want.