Only If You Knew

Chapter Five: A Misunderstanding

Only If You Knew

Chapter Five: A Misunderstanding

Harry's POV:

I stood there, eyes wide, lips parted, and heart shattered. I had so many thoughts running through my mind. I didn't know what to say, so I stood silent. I was hurt and I was mad. But did I have the right to be mad? Lou isn't mine, and I wasn't his. If I wasn't mad, I was definitely feeling something. I could absolutely feel something running through my veins. Jealousy, maybe..?

"Louis," I gulped, and Louis looked down. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting." I slammed the door and walked out. Even though I went in there to check on Louis, I also wanted to tell him I was bisexual. I wanted him to know that I loved him. And now snapping back to reality, it's clear that he doesn't.

I wanted to run. I've run enough though, and we needed to work out our 'relationship' tonight. I need to stop running away.

I sat in our living room, on the couch, and I thought about everything. Confusing myself, reassuring my self, and then of course denying myself, made for a very exhausting night.

That's when Eleanor walked out of Louis room, stopped for a moment, gave me an apologetic smile, and quickly walked out.

Louis was behind her, and walked towards me with bloodshot eyes, and swollen lips.

"Harry," he said. With a tear, and a smile.

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Louis POV:

After all Eleanor could reply was a simple 'Wow' I sighed. "That's it?" I asked with an angry expression in my face.

"What's it?" She asked.

"I've just told you everything. My Best-friend whom of which I'm in love with, doesn't like me. My girlfriend of almost 2 years was cheating on me for 4 months, I'm newly bisexual, and literally all of my relationships have gone to shit in the past 24 hours. And the 'killer' advise you have for me is 'Wow'? Are you now realizing how much of a fuck up I am? Or do you just feel bad for me?" I was taking this way to seriously. But I had been holding in my anger for a long time, and I just couldn't anymore.

"Louis you know that's not true." She replied with hurt eyes.

"Oh it's not? Then why did you come here? To check up on the whole 'me and Harry thing', right? So you felt bad for breaking up with me when so much was already going on," I told her.

"No," El shook her head.

"Eleanor, save it. Just go." I pointed to the door. When she didn't get up. I rolled my eyes and under my breath, whispered, "I can't believe you."

I was raging until I looked at Her and realized that she was crying. Not loud, but still crying. I immediately looked at the situation that was happening. I was being a dick! And she was trying to help. It was probably a lot to take in for her.

"El," I began softly.

"No Lou, you're right. And I'm so, so, sorry." She apologized.

"Eleanor, you don't need to apologize. You were only trying to help. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I'm just really stressed out right now." I gave her a simple smile, and sat down beside her. I noticed the tears on her cheeks. "Hey, it's alright. Don't cry." I wiped them off with my thumb.

She looked up directly into my eyes, but she started slowly moving her vision down to my lips. Her mouth parted and I bit my lip. Our faces got really close. She closed her eyes and I leaned in, and kissed her.

For some reason, I needed that kiss. I needed the comfort. I pulled away, and her expression quickly turned from hurt, to relief. I probably shouldn't be doing this, but I am. I kissed her again.

"Are you comfortable with this?" I asked in between kisses. Truthfully, I asked because I wasn't comfortable. I know I wasn't with Harry, but I felt like I was betraying him. Only for a girl who would later go back with her boyfriend and not care about this ever again. I guess this was sort of closure for me.

She answered by a moan in the back of her throat. After that, she took the opportunity to ask for entrance. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and felt a warm tongue on my own.

We both laid back wards, and our simple peck soon turned into a heated make out session.

I rolled on top of her, still kissing and later, she took control. She rolled us over and was on top. As I began to feel her up, I heard the doorknob move. I removed my hands and focused my attention on the door.

In walked Harold, with his cute-as-ever smile plastered on his face. Embarrassed, I laid still as Eleanor climbed off of me. I gulped and bit my lip, and quickly Harry's smile faded as he came to a realization.

He waited a bit before he spoke, and then said "Louis, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was interrupting." He closed the door, and walked out.

I let out a breath and closed my eyes. I began to cry, for the umpteenth time today and El sat awkwardly on the side of the bed.

"Lou, it's alright." She said as I sat up.

I put my face in my hands, as Eleanor rubbed my back. "I think you should go. I'm so sorry." I told her.

"No, don't be. And I'll go. Just promise me something," She replied as I looked up at her with curious eyes. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed up my chin so that we were face to face. "Listen carefully. When I leave, tell Harry how much you love him. Kiss him until your lips hurt, hug him until you feel drowsy, and sleep with him tonight. If he loves you like I know he does, what just happened won't matter. He'll understand." Eleanor looked from eye to eye.

I took a minute to take in what she just said. "Okay. I will. Thank you so much." I hugged her and we said our goodbyes as I opened the door for her. She walked out first and I behind her.

As the door closed, I stepped toward Harry and began trying to explain myself.

"Harry..." My throat was dry, and I didn't know what to say. I stepped towards him and he had an unreadable expression on his face.

After I started talking, It was like I couldn't stop. I was talking as fast as ever. "Harry, you have to know that meant nothing. I was vulnerable, looking for comfort. It was wrong bu-" I was cut off by the feel of Harry's lips on mine. I was stunned and my eyes were wide. His were closed, and I soon began moving my lips in sync with his own.

We disconnected and he was the first to speak. "You don't have to explain. I'm not mad, I have no reason to be. But I do have to tell you something." He told me

"Anything," I said with a sigh of relief.

"I love you. And I'm... Bisexual," he told me, awaiting an answer. "It's alright if you feel different, but I had to get that off my chest. And sorry if I'm acting weird, that was kind of hard to say." He added.

"Hazza, of course I feel the same. I love you too," I answered. We hugged and he held me tight for what seemed like forever.

"So, um, Lou... would you like to, like, you know, go on a date, or something? We don't have to, just wondering." Harry asked, seeming very nervous. He was adorable, and of course I wanted to go in a date. I smiled and looked up at him.

"Harry, I would love to go out with you." I said and he had the cutest expression. We hugged again. "Of course, on one condition," I added.

"..yes?" He asked? Breaking the hug for a minute.

"Kiss me again?"

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***AUTHORS NOTE***

Hi guys! For those of you that have been keeping up with the story (Thank you so much ily), I haven't updated in a while. Sorry! But here's an update. Hope you guys loooove it!

-Dru**