A Story Of One Direction

Chapter Thirty Seven

"Ehh my hands feel all dry" I shuddered, rubbing

them hard together.

"Probably the chlorine love" Harry smirked, pulling

them apart.

"Well, obviously, but it feels horrible" I moaned.

"Shame" He winked. I giggled and shook my head, laughing at how

childish and flirty he was being.

It was pissing Louis off. I could see it. It was like

bipolar with him. One minute, he's fine, next, he's

in the worst mood ever, and it's only because

Harry and I are talking. At least that's what I think.

I was slowly starting to consider what I've been

hearing. What if Louis did like me?

Or he was just protecting me, because of Harry and

I's past.

Yeah, he's protecting me. *Louis' POV*

I bit my lip in frustration as I watched Harry flirt

with Sophie. It's clear to me. He likes her, and she

likes him. So why isn't anything happening? Harry

doesn't seem to care, and Sophie's completely

oblivious. I'm her best friend. And that's all I will be. I see that

now. Whatever, have fun Harry. I'm loosing her

anyway. *Sophie's POV*

"Get the hell off me Styles" I cried, as he tried to

pick me up, but I protested and practically pinned

myself to the ground.

He sighed and lifted himself up, walking over to

our tent. My eyes flickered over to Louis as I stood up, and

stayed there. He was sitting on the chair, one hand

on his head, messing with his hair, another resting

on his knee. He stood blankly at the ground, and

didn't really have an expression on his face.

"What?" He spat, turning his head to face me. I raised my eyebrows at his sudden outburst.

His eyes softened when he saw me surprised.

"I'm sorry" He dragged off, gesturing at me to

come and sit on his lap.

I obliged, and sat down. "Louis.." I started, biting

down on my lip. "Yes?" He asked, messing with a strand of hair that

hung from my head.

"You don't... you aren't jealous of Harry and I, are

you?" I choked out.

I felt him tense a little underneath me, but then he

exhaled, and placed a hand on my knee. He leaned forward a little bit, so he could talk to me properly.

"I don't think it's jealousy, Sophie" He started. "Do

you like him?".

I looked at him, at a loss for words.

I don't know. I don't know if I do.

He understood, and pulled me further away from the group, down by the lake we were caught

swimming in.

"Do you?" He asked me again, an eyebrow raised.

I looked at him, into his eyes.

As for what to say, I didn't know what to do. I

was used to tell Louis these things, I could literally tell him anything. He was the only person, besides

my family, that knew every little thing about me,

and vice-versa.

I shrugged my shoulders, finally averting my eyes.

"I don't know.." I dragged off.

He stayed silent for a while, staring at the water in front of us. Then he slowly started the nod his

head.

"As your best friend" He said quietly, and it almost

sounded reluctant. "I'm ending this with, your

question. I'm not jealous, I'm just scared he's going

to hurt you, again" He finished, placing an arm around my shoulder.

I shook my head slowly. "We get along now.." I

dragged off.

"I know you do" Louis said quietly. "But if anything

does happen, I'm just letting you know, I'm not

stopping you" He said, smiling weakly. I watched as he got up and left, heading back to

the tent.

I've only now realized, I may of just told by best

friend I have a tiny, weeny girly crush on his male

best friend, Harry Styles. Fuck.