Fever For You

The Way It Must Be

Leigh unlocked her apartment and walked in, making a beeline to the kitchen, suddenly in desperate need of a cuppa. She was going to need something to balance her out if she was actually going to let Harry in her apartment and hold an actual conversation with this kid. Maybe it was because of the fact that she had been drunk 20 minutes before, or that Liam had put her in an exceptionally good mood, she was actually letting this happen, despite all of her instincts. This was bound to end badly, but she figured she should at least give it a chance. She crossed her arms as she leaned against her counter, watching him as he stood awkwardly in the middle of her doorway. She hadn’t actually invited him in, but he would figure it out. Even if it took him a bit.

There was this awkward silence, not even between them, but taking over the entire room. Harry was looking around, as if trying to figure out if he should be allowed to absorb the setting or not. He hadn’t been in this apartment, ever. While thye were all still a close group, Leigh Anne had lived with Perrie, and was in the process of moving out, but they didn’t make it to ever having a house warming party or anything. She wasn’t unnerved by the fact that he was here, it was just… timing. Any other time she would have known how to react, would have been forcefully bored as he gabbed on, but now she was just, tired and trying to hold on to the good feeling she just had. She felt ambushed, but not enough to feel angry, just slightly annoyed. The fact that he still hadn’t been talking wasn’t helping her much. “So. What did you want to talk about?” She felt like there was no point in just standing around, so she might as well get the ball rolling.

Harry walked a bit deeper into the apartment, looking at the pictures she had lining her walls. She didn’t need him weighing in on her memories, she didn’t even want to see a reaction so she huffed, in an attempt to get his attention.

It didn’t work, and to be honestly she wasn’t shocked. Harry always worked on his own time, even when it imposed on other people. He just kept on pacing along the walls, apparently deciding that he really wanted to explore, at the very least the walls that were available to him. “Your place is nice.” The comment is offhanded, and she supposes she should say thank you, but the words never come out. She’s just waiting for something to happen, mostly so it can be over and she can crawl under her duvet and pretend that this was some stupid dream that she didn’t actually have to deal with.

“It’s bull shit, don’t you think? That you can cool with Lou, but you pretend everyone else doesn’t even exist.”

Leigh raised an eyebrow, simply because she had no idea what the hell he was talking about. She had just hung out with everyone, granted, it was practically pulling teeth to actually get her there, but she did it. And it wasn’t like she invited Louis to show up tonight, he was just there and it didn’t end up horribly. Either way, his words made no sense. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

“He texted me. I mean, it took me a whole to figure out what he was saying, he’s shit at typing when hes plastered, and it was mostly about how pretty this one girl was, but he said he was with you, and you were proper fit.” Leigh had to resist snorting, leave it to Louis to be eloquent when he had been drinking so much.

“Louis just showed up. And he got on with my friends. It’s not you were purposely not invited.” It was stupid that she had to explain this to him, it was like explaining to a tween girl why she wasn’t invited to the cool girls birthday party or something. She thought she got past all of this crap as soon as she turned 15 but leave it to Harry to prove her wrong. “Besides, I have no reason not to like Louis.”

“But you have a reason to hate me?”

The fact that he actually had to ask did earn a scoff from her lips. It was like he had suddenly forgot about their past, simply because he once again found his head so far up his ass, he was under the impression that harry styles could do no wrong. “Excuse me?” She pushed herself off the counter, her arms stull crossed, this time depicting anger instead of simply boredom. “Please tell me that’s not a serious question.”