The Truth

sixteen

Harry lay next me, gently stroking my side. The covers were kicked haphazardly off to the side. I lied sleepily in his arms, feeling only what I can describe as warm.

"I wanted this for a long time," he says quietly.

I turn my head to face him and smile warmly. I kiss him on the cheek. No words are spoken for the rest of the night. There was no need. We just laid in each other arms, his arms tightly grasping my waist. I slipped slowly into a deep sleep when I had a dream. At first it didn't feel like a dream.

Harry and were in the same position. He was humming to me, and I was growing more and more tired. I looked up to see Niall standing in the corner. He said nothing. He just stared, no expression on his face. His arms were crossed, and eventually he just left. He slammed the door behind him.

I woke with a start, Harry's arm still wrapped around my waist, his legs intertwined with mine. He was snoring softly, and his hair was messy. I can't help but smile down at him before an overwhelming wave of sadness washes over me as I remember my dream. I felt this incredible guilt. Instead of waking him, I just got out of bed. I quickly gather my clothes that had been tossed to the floor and leave the bedroom, fully naked.

"Ali!" I hear Harry call after me. Ignore his calls, haphazardly pulling on my underclothes. He appears in the doorway, only his boxers pulled on. They were on backwards.

"I have to go," I say frantically walking towards the front door. He runs across the floor and grabs my arm.

"Harry, please," I plea.

"Please just talk to me," he sighs. "What's wrong?"

"Us! This," I sigh. "That shouldn't have happened."

"I asked if you were sure," he states a bit desperately. "This wasn't just a hookup to me!"

"Harry-"

"No! Please just listen to me," he pleas. He was ready to speak, but suddenly the door swung open.

"Honey, I'm ho-" Louis began, but looked up, taking in the scene. "What the hell?" He drops his bag on the floor, and closes the door. I dive for the blanket sitting on the couch and pull it around my shoulders, trying to cover up a bit.

"Louis," Harry says nervously. "I forgot you were coming home today."

Louis simply crosses his arms. "Start talking."

"I.. uh.. we," Harry stutters and looks to me desperately. "Ali?"

"Louis, there's a few things I should tell you," I sigh. "But I'd really like to put on clothes first."

"Yes, please. Put on this skirt that you've left on my sofa," Louis sighs and holds up the clothing. "And Harry. Here's a lovely scarf you've left in the doorway."

"Louis, I can explain," Harry says.

"What's the explanation? I mean I've had to listen to you pining for two years," Louis says. "How long has it been happening? Since the concert?"

"Last night was the first," I reply. "Now please, just be patient and let me get dressed. I'll explain everything. Is there any chance I could shower?"

"Please do. You smell like Harry's dick," he replied, scrunching his nose. "Lovely to see you again by the way."

After flipping him off, I let myself back into Harry's room. Harry soon follows. He lays on the bed and groans, annoyed, hiding his face in his hands. I start to gather my clothing from the night before.