Those Eyes

Chapter 13

Harry's P.O.V

I sped the car away from Ella's hotel. My phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Harry, it's me Louis. Why did you text me not to come to our flat today? I was practically homeless for like 3 hours!" 

Crap. 

"I'm sorry Lou, I must've forgotten to text you back to come home."

"Why did you even tell me to stay away?"

"Listen, I can't talk right now. I'm driving. I'll just meet you home."

"Fine..." Louis hung up. I threw the phone on to the passenger seat. Ella is driving me crazy. After meeting her at the wedding, I imagined a million times how it would be if I met her again. I thought about going to her house, sending her a dozen roses, and giving her a box of chocolates. 

Lame, my subconscious reminded me. I turned on the radio to drown my thoughts. Maybe you shouldn't have lied to Ella about when you were leaving. Maybe if you would've told her the truth, the fact that you weren't leaving for another month, you and Ella could've met again. Who knows, it could've been you taking her to the ball, not Zayn. "Ugh!" I growled. I stepped on the breaks, realizing that I almost ran over an old lady. 

"I'm sorry! I yelled out my window. "Crazy teenagers," the old lady scowled. 

I finally reached my flat parking lot and parked. I entered through the back door and ran the steps in order to avoid fans. I am really not in the mood right now. "Louis open the door!" I knocked. 

"Jeez calm down." Louis opened. 

I threw my car keys tat a basket. "What's wrong?" Louis asked worriedly. 

"I need to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone. No one in the band, not even Eleanor. Got it?" I gave him a stern look.

"I'm kind of scared now, but okay.." He sat down on the couch. 

I spilled everything. From meeting Ella at the wedding, to our slow goodbye earlier today. Louis listened attentively, showing no expression. "And now I am confused about how I feel for her," I finally ended.

I watched Louis stay quiet. "Lou?" I asked. 

He finally replied. "You have quite a problem here, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes I do. What should I do about it?"

His eyebrows wrinkled.

"Nothing. You can't do anything about it. You had your chance to do something about it 6 months ago. If you really had feelings for her, you would've done something. She is not your occasional fling Harry!"

"Don't you think I know that!" 

"Good. Now stay away from her. Zayn has had a tough year and he really seems to like her. Plus, she's from the states. She is going to go back home and you will never see her again. Unless Zayn and her really do hit it off. But even than, you won't have a chance. Don't tell Zayn anything either. If Ella really does have feelings for you, like you do for her, she would tell Zayn herself. Otherwise, that's it."

Louis's nostrils were flaring. I felt crushed from the truth.

"No," I finally decided.

Louis looked at me, suprised by my reply. "What did you say?"

"I said no. I don't care. This is fate. How is it that out of all the people Zayn could be dating, it ended up being Ella? I thought I was never going to see her again. I was attracted to her, definetly, when I first met her, but that was the time when we, One Direction, were about to make it in America. I didn't want any girl to get in the way of that. You know how management is with me, telling me who and who not to hang out with. They are always hard on me, making me maintain my 'flirty, bad boy, player' image. For once, I want to just think about myself and not others!" I pleaded. 

Louis's face was astonished. "Just know one thing. Somebody is going to get hurt. And from what I'm hearing, it's either the girl you love or your best friend. You decide."

I was confused. I don't "love" Ella

I took my keys from the basket and grabbed my jacket. I have to get out of here. "Where are you going? Harry!" Louis's voice echoed across the hall. I rushed down the steps through the front door, realizing too late the mistake I have made.  

"Harry!"

"Harry over here!"

"I love you!"

Hundreds of fan were reaching out, trying to get ahold of me. The usual security guards held them back while I signed a few autographs. 

"Harry, can I have a picture?"

I smiled vaguely for several people and finally made it out of the crowd, to my car. 

"Dammit!" I hit the steering wheel frustratedly. The imaginary walls in my head were closing in. Calm down Styles. "It's not like you love her. It's ok. You can be great friends!" I said aloud, making sure I didn't sound crazy as I thought I did. "Nope, I am not crazy. I am going to go out for ice cream in the cold December air, while a bizzard is on its way. Plus, I probably am going to get mobbed by hundreds of fans, but it's ok! As long as I am not crazy...." 

Yup. I'm losing it.