Figuring It Out

Chapter 15

Two Days Later

I set the last box down, and wipe my forehead. Liam and I finally got the last box put in his flat. The day Harry and I were um... doing stuff, we started the process of moving me into Liam's. Niall came over to help, as well as Luke and Ashton from 5 Seconds of Summer. Those three together are absolutely nuts. Ashton and I went shopping for new bed spreads and stuff for my new room, which is a really pretty aquamarine blue. The bathroom is black and white, and it all looks really cute. Ashton is a total dork, and he's a lot of fun. He's a very giggly boy and I call him my little man child because that's honestly what he is. Luke, Niall and Liam put together all my furniture and hooked up my tv while Ashton and I would shop.

Liam's flat is a lot bigger than Eleanor and Louis, but it feels more homey. All of his furniture is really cozy, and the kitchen is sleek but really soft. There's a screening room on the lower floor, as well as a game room, half bath, a family room, an office, and a really nice deck. Out on the deck there's a hot tub, some outside furniture, and a table and grill. Upstairs consists of my room, the master bedroom, a lounge, and two guest rooms, all having their own bathrooms. Liam's room is at the end of the hall, and mine is the first door on the right.

I look over at Ashton, who is opening a box filled with clothes. He volunteered to help me put everything away.

"Do you really need this many shoes? I'm actually starting to believe you have a pair of these in every color." I look over and see Ashton waving around with a couple pairs of low rise converse in his hand, all in a different color. I just laugh and roll my eyes.

"Actually, I don't have brown ones."

Ashton fake gasps.

"How racist!"

I laugh at him.

"You probably don't even know what that means!"

"Well, you're not wrong."

At that, we both end up in hysterics, even though what he said wasn't that funny.

At first I wasn't too sure on hanging out with Ashton, but he's a lot like Niall. Plus the boys all love him, since he toured with them for a while, along with the rest of 5Sos. Harry, on the other hand, has been missing in action. The other boys don't have a clue where he disappeared to, and I keep getting notifications that he's in America. It's not like we were official, but it still hurts.

I feel like Ash and I are being watched. I slowly turn around, and see Liam, Michael, Niall and Luke watching us with amused looks on their faces.

I drop the shirt I had in my hands, and run over to Liam, jumping on him in the process. He laughs and carefully sets me down.

Six hours later, a box of pizza, 5 Carmel macchiatos, 8 Dr. Peppers, a few bathroom breaks, a couple arguments, a shit load of cussing, and a ton of laughing, my room is finally done.

All of us sit in the screening browsing through the channels, while Liam has control of the remote. I'm sitting on a couch with Niall, my head on his shoulder and his arm resting on my side. Liam is spread across the couch next to us, and Louis and Eleanor are across the room cuddling. Ash is resting against my legs, and Michael, Luke, Calum and Zayn are sitting in random spots on the floor.

Suddenly, the peaceful silence is broken when Niall hears a gossip tv show talking about One Direction.

"Mate stop! I wanna hear."

We all listen to the whole thing about them coming home from tour. But just as I start to loose interest, the anchorwoman says something that catches my attention.

"Harry has probably been keeping the busiest. He's been seen out and about with Kendall Kardashian, in LA."

Some pictures show up on the screen, showing him and her, holding hands around LA.

I stand up, ignoring Eleanor, Louis and Niall's protests, and the confused looks adorning Liam, Zayn, Ash, Michael, Luke, and Calum's faces.

Once I reach my room, and walk across and pull open the French door that leads to the balcony. I lean against the awning and look out at the busy London scene that lays in front of me.

Minutes pass by, and I soon feel a warm hand on my back, and a mug of tea being passed into my hands.

Liam looks out with me, and we stand in silence for a few moments before he starts to speak.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like that. I mean, the rest of us didn't know either, but he still could have told you first."

He looks over at me, and must have noticed the confused expression that was playing on my face.

"Yes. I figured out you two had something. But Bri, you seriously think you could have hidden it from me? Eleanor doesn't stop blabbing, and I over heard her and Louis talking about how cute you two were. But this is exactly why I didn't want you dating him. He can't keep a steady relationship. I didn't want you pulled into that."

I nod slowly. Although what he said hurt, I couldn't help but understand that it's the truth.

Liam pulls me into a hug, and as soon as my head rests against his chest, the tears start flowing. I didn't even get why I was so hurt.

It wasn't even official.