Alex POV
I stretch, letting out a little yelp.
"Haha, good morning," someone says. I jump, quickly opening my eyes.
"Oh. Hey Liam," I say, looking to see Niall wasn't next to me.
"Where's Niall?" I ask, looking around.
"He went to go get some ice, our fridge is having issues," he says. I nod and stand up. A door opens, and I turn to see Niall walking in. I smile at him and wave a little but he doesn't smile back. He just walks away.
"Did I do something?" I ask Liam, who shrugs.
"He's been in a mood all morning," Liam says. I nod, following Niall.
"Hey, good morning," I say.
"Morning," he says, not even looking at me. Ouch.
"Breakfast ready?" I ask.
"Almost," Harry says, popping out of another room and flipping a pancake.
"You cook?" I ask Harry.
"Eh. I felt like it today," Harry says. I laughs little. His curly hair was so cute in the morning. 'NO!' I scolded myself.
"I'll go wake up Zayn and Louis," Niall says, walking out of the kitchen.
"What's up with him?" Harry asks. I shrug.
"I don't know. He's been like this all morning," I reply.
"Alex, you don't think he knows--" Harry starts.
"No! He probably just didn't sleep good or something," I say.
"Niall!" I say, going after him.
"What, Alex?" he asks harshly.
"What the heck, Niall? Why are you being a jerk?" I ask.
"I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well last night, ok?" Niall says, pulling me into a bear hug. I hug him back, giving him a real quick kiss.
"Four years, and I can still tell when you're lying. But, it isn't my business so I'll let you out once," I say. He smiles, kissing my forehead.
"Breakfast!" Harry shouts. Niall and I sprint to the table.
"Alex, your phone's been going off none stop!" Harry says, throwing it to me.
Gretch, Alyssa, Alyssa, Gretch, Elise, Gretch, Mom, Mom, Elise, Gretch, Harry, Gretch, Alyssa, Elise------- Harry? He must have put his contact in. I quickly opened his text.
Harry: We need to talk.
Me: Ok. Your room, after breakfast?
Harry: Got it. Niall's getting suspicious, I swear
Me: Don't think like that. It's ok, he doesn't know a thing. I don't want him to get hurt or think the wrong thing.
Harry: What if he's thinking the right thing?
Me: Harry...
He didn't reply, which made me wonder. What did he want to talk about? Well...
All of us quickly ate and Niall went to the bathroom. I nodded to Harry and we headed to his room.
"Alex, look. Is there something going on between us or not?" Harry asks. I freeze.
"No... I mean, yes, I mean-- I don't know!!" I exclaim.
"I don't either! Niall's one of my best friends, Alex, and I can't just steal you away from him," Harry says.
"Who said anything about you stealing me?" I say.
"Yeah, because that explains the fact we were about to kiss!" he says sarcastically.
"But we didn't!" I defend.
"But you still leaned in," Harry says. He was right.
"I can't play a game."
"I know, I know, I know! Just give me sometime," I say. Harry's expression softens and he gives me a hug.
"Hey Harry- oh, umm...." Niall.
"Hey," I say, letting go of Harry and putting my arms around Niall. Niall kisses my forehead, a sign to Harry I believe. It still felt right, and I still loved Niall. But my feelings for Harry? I can't ignore that.
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Fanfiction"Right now, we don't want to love each other, but we do. Our relationship is toxic, but we can't be without each other," he says, "even when we don't want to be." I look into his baby blue eyes, speechless. He just looks at his feet, but then back a...
