The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Twenty - Phone Calls

Juliette's P.O.V.

Elle was distant for the days that followed. She hadn't seen Peter nor Harry, and she had hardly been speaking to me. She just dragged herself around the house in her pyjamas. I had also noticed that she hadn't been reading or listening to music, both of which were some of her favourite things. When people called she told me to tell them she was asleep. Or, she actually was, which was often. I wanted to help her and support her, but I couldn't figure out what to say or how to say it.

The kettle clicked and I poured the water into two mugs and made coffee for Elle and me. One sugar and cinnamon syrup for me, and one sugar and caramel syrup for her. I took them both upstairs, balancing a plate of biscuits on top of them. Elle was sitting staring out of the window at the grey sky. My entering the room had startled her. She looked at me once before turning back to the window. "Elle?" I whispered, afraid of startling her again.

"Thanks." She sighed as she took the mug out of my hand. I sat down next to her and she put her head on my shoulder. "You haven't seen Niall in a few days, is everything ok?" She murmured softly.

"Yeah. I've been with you, I don't want you to be lonely here." I replied. And it was true. I couldn't just leave her here. We continued gazing into the empty grey sky.

"Call him." She finally said before taking a sip of the coffee.

"Later. Elle we need to talk." I sat up straight and looked her in the eye.

"What's up?" She asked as if her behaviour from the last few days had been normal.

"Well, I can tell that you've been upset. Or depressed seems like a more appropriate word. I'm so worried about you-"

"I'm fine!" She almost squealed, interrupting my sentence. I shook my head in disagreement.

"Elle, we're best friends. The guys are worried about you as well. And Lukas. Please just talk to me about it, it might make you feel better."

Elle knew there was no point in protesting or trying to cover up her feelings again.

"Juliette. I'm torn. I love Peter so much, but I've liked Harry since I was younger, you know that. And now here they both are, in love with me. I can't have them both, but I can't live without either of them. If I choose one, I won't be able to have the other in my life at all. Not even as a close friend. The feelings won't go away Juliette! I've tried to make them all go away but they won't..." Tears spilled down her cheeks. I picked up a tissue from her bedside table and dabbed them away, the same I had done for Harry when he was upset.

I put my arm around her shoulders. "Which feelings have you tried to get away from? The ones for Harry or the ones for Peter?" I inquired.

"Both, neither, I don't know!" She sobbed.

"They both love you. They both want you to choose them. They shouldn't be making it so hard for you Elle. You don't deserve to suffer like this." I sighed. She was my best friend, I was starting to get annoyed with Harry and Peter for upsetting her.

"It's not their fault it's mine!" She cried.

"Don't you blame yourself! This isn't your fault at all!" I told her sternly. "Blame them! Blame me! Just don't blame yourself."

We sat there for a few moments before Elle muttered "Jules, I think I love Harry as well."

I tightened my arm around her shoulders in comfort and sipped the coffee I had almost forgotten about. "That's alright Elle. You can get through this."

I  left the room when she had fallen asleep. I went into our tiny back garden shed because I knew Elle or any of the neighbours would hear me through the thin walls of our small town house. I sat down on top of the washing machine and put my coffee mug on the floor. My phone was burning in my pocket. I pulled it out and went straight to speed-dial to call Peter.