My Secret Dreams

Chapter 2~ Interesting Eyes and Big Egos

Author's Note: sorry if you don't like what happens in this chapter; just don't read. It's just a story, no big deal. And it gets better.. Lol x) ~Deanna

P.S. Dedicated to my awesome-est mest friend, Allie :D LOVE HER <3 And go read her stroies, hey are super good!

Chapter 2:

As i got settled in the small chair, Louis poked me on the arm a bit too hard. 

"Morgan, right? I'm Louis. Would you like a carrot?"

"Hmmm... Not at this moment, but maybe later, okay?" I replied.

He looked at his hands in his lap, obviously disappointed that I didn't want to share his addiction to carrots. 

He looked up again and started talking to Zayn about something that I wasn't a part of. My eyes started wandering back to Harry, and my eyes locked with his. Shit. He caught me staring. 

"Something you like Morgan?"

I snapped out of my trance, and tried to think of something witty to say. With these boys, the truth is better than wit.

"Yes, Harry. Actually, your eyes are quite interesting to look at."

He chuckled, and whispered something to Niall that I couldn't hear. From the look on Niall's face, it looked like something was going to happen to me. My face turned red for no apparent reason. Seriously, just because I get caught staring at Harry does NOT mean that I love him or anything. It's just those perfect green orbs he has for eyes are so welcoming, tantalizing, provocative. Its like they were meant to be stared at.

"Caught in the act, again I see?" Louis snickered.

"Yeah Morgan, stop staring at Harry! Remember what i told you?" Liam warned.

Harry put his hands up by his chest, "Mates, lighten up. Just because Morgan loves me doesn't mean you need to yell at her."

"My arse, Harry!" I quietly shouted.

"Don't deny it, love. I know I'm irresistible." He laughed.

I never thought what they said about famous singers was true. But sadly, yes, all of them have fucking huge egos. And yes, I think my new best friend had the biggest one.

Besides Zayn, of course.

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*****HARRY'S POV******

Damn. I never knew that a girl could be so alluring, even when I had just met her. Morgan seemed like the perfect girl for me... But that's crazy. I just met her, I don't know if this is even possible. But i decided to try and push it away, and play my usual game as the flirtatious one. 

"So Morgan, I heard you're a model?" I casually asked.

"Yuup, I am. I actually have met Elenor once or twice, Lou. She's a lovely girl."

So she knows her. The one that puts Louis through hell all the fucking time. I do know about the Larry Stylinson, it's not like that, it's brotherly love; I always look out for him. That girlfriend of his did everything on purpose. She chose to take those jobs out of the country, or too far away so Lou can see her. He goes crazy missing her, because she's never here. I always get mad when she is here, because she expects Louis to just be fine with whatever she's doing, and he puts on a good face.

"Oh... Yeah, she is. Um... Excuse me. I don't feel so good."

Louis got up and almost ran to the restroom. Liam got up, and followed him. 

"Sorry, Morgan. Lou's been having a tough time with El. They just broke up last week."

My mouth dropped. Why wouldn't Louis tell me that? Whatever, it's not a big deal. He's better without her anyway.

Morgan looked down at her food, which the waiter had just brought. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I can't ever trust those fan sites, y'know?"

That cute, enchanting comment made Zayn and Niall chuckle, while I just stared at her with my best seductive face I could muster up at the moment. 

~~~~MORGAN'S POV~~~~~

Why must Harry be so attractive. It's not freaking fair. Whatever, it's just a harmless crush. I started digging in my purse, looking for my new peach lipgloss I just got from Harrod's. I still don't know how I found that there; it's under £500.

I excused myself, and almost ran to the restroom. I opened the door, and I see Louis sitting on the floor crying his eyes out. My brother, being the caring man he is, is patting his back soothingly, occasionally rubbing small circles on the small of his back. It finally checked; wrong bathroom. Hopefully they didn't notice me. Liam looked up.

"Um... Morgan? What are you doing here?"

I tried to play it cool, "Just seeing if Louis was okay. I'm so sorry Louis, I didn't know..."

He wiped his eyes on his trademark striped shirt, and choked out, "It's okay Morgan, not your fault."

I squatted next to him, and hugged him as tightly as i could. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders, and next thing I know, my lips were on his cheek, lingering a bit more than they should.

He looked up at me with wide eyes, and the tears stopped flowing. I unlinked our arms, stood up, and ran into the woman's restroom. I applied some of my lipgloss, and opened the door, only to see Louis standing there. Adrenaline filled me, and I was fearless. I pressed my lips to his, my lips molding to his, kissing very chastely. He finally began to kiss me back. 

When we pulled away from each other, the only reason being the lack of air, I entwined my finder in my hair, and kissed his cheek again before going back to the table and sitting down.

The look on my face must've given it away.

Zayn gave me a strange look, and trying to be quiet, said, "Morgan... What just happened?"

Harry was sending me daggers. I gave him a questioning look, and  broke our gaze.

"Nothing, Zayn. I just don't feel good anymore. I think I'm gonna head home. Bye, boys."

I stood up and went around to Harry, and quietly whispered in his ear, "Can you come over later?"

He shrugged and pulled out his iPhone, bringing up his calendar.

"I think I can, actually." looking back up at me and giving me a heart-melting wink.

"Good. Bring Louis, too. Bye Guys. Oh, I should get Liam."

I turned around, and saw a very cute guy smiling at me, Louis.

"You're coming over later with Harry. I'll see you then, kay?"

"Sure Love." He kissed my cheek as I grabbed Liam's arm and pulled him to the car.

When we got into the car, i slipped into the passenger's seat. He sat opposite me, and just looked at me.

"Morgan. What the fuck was that."

"What was what?" I asked innocently.

"WITH LOUIS."

"Damn Liam, you don't have to be Daddy Direction with me. And it was a spur of the moment kind of thing. Sorry, it won't happen again." I shrugged.

He seemed unconvinced, "Morgan. Just don't do anything stupid, because if you do... Things could happen."

I knew what he was talking about. I could break up One Direction if I really wanted to. I know Harry may have a bit of a fancy for me, and I think I could the same thing about him. But that kiss with Louis was just, for lack of a better and less cliche word, magical.

Shit. I got myself in a big mess.