Chapter Fifteen - Jealousy

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Harry's P.O.V.

"Harry!" I heard Niall shout me from the kitchen. I got up and went to see what it was he wanted. I had felt distance between us lately, not that I had a problem with his new found love, I was really fond of Juliette.

"Yeah?"  He had made me a sandwich, which was nice of him. He handed me the plate and smiled at me. "Whoa, extra mayonnaise, what's the occasion?" I joked, sitting down on one of the 1960's inspired bar stools we had in the kitchen.

"No occasion, I was just going to ask, is it alright if I invited Juliette, Elle and Peter to come with us this evening?" He asked. He had asked me? He could obviously tell that I wasn't exactly ecstatic about seeing Peter again.

"Sure, whatever." I groaned. I looked away from him so he couldn't see the pain in my eyes.

"Are you OK Haz? We've all been really worried about you, you know. Juliette wants to help you through it, she hasn't said anything to Elle." Here we go again. Once he started talking about Juliette, there was no shutting him up.

"That's nice of her." I sighed, sounding as if I didn't care. I was grateful; I just didn't need another head full of 'Jules.' Niall hugged me around the shoulders. He was such an amazing friend to me. They all were. I just needed to be alone right now. I had recently broke up with a girl called Isabelle, around about the same time Niall met Juliette, And I met Elle. Isabelle was nothing compared to her.

"Love you Nialler." I sighed, hugging him back.

"Love you too Haz."

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We were waiting in the foyer for Juliette, Elle and Peter. I clutched my frozen Fanta tighter to my chest, anticipation running through me. Niall gave me a supportive smile. I gave him a false smile to make him think that I was 'alright.'

"Here they are." Liam yelled, waving at Juliette, Elle and Peter as they walked towards us. Niall immediately perked up and approached Juliette. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed his lips. A bit of an exaggeration, they'd only seen each other the day before. But then I realized that if I was going out with Elle, I would probably be doing exactly the same thing.

Elle and Peter were hand-in hand, every so often they would stare at each other for a few seconds. I didn't blame him; I couldn't take my eyes off her either. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a black vest top and a fitted leather jacket, her hair was down with a few curls. I wanted to reach out to her, hold her and kiss her. But she had a tosser stood next to her, gorming the place up. I knew, deep down, that Peter was a really nice guy; I just couldn't admit it to myself. If he made Elle happy, that should be good enough for me right? Wrong. I hated him.

"Hey." She smiled coming to stand in front of us, I felt myself smile despite what I was thinking. I had been excited to see her again, even though only have known her for a little while, I already felt like she was a part of me, and it killed me to know that she didn't see it.

"Hey." We all chorused. I watched as Peter wrapped an arm around her waist, I wanted to snap his arm off and force him to eat it. Wanker. Juliette and Niall were still snogging. Nobody dared to disturb them; they would bite anybodies heads off if they even tried to interrupt.

I was in a really sour mood. What did I have to make me cheerful? The girl I loved was in somebody else's arms.

"Come on, they said the screen is ready!" Zayn called, handing us each a ticket. We began walking towards screen number four, I made sure to push in front of Liam so I could sit the other side of Elle, but of course perfect Peter the perfect prick would be sitting the other side of her, holding her hand and practically rubbing it in my face.

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