Back to Normal.. Maybe?

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When we got back to Harry's, I still hadn't said a word to Niall. I just walked in, kicked off my shoes and sat down at the kitchen table. Harry sat down next to me. "What happened?" he asked. I shook my head. "Just tired." I forced a fake smile and started to eat when Niall set the food down.

I tried to seem as normal as possible but what Niall had said really got me thinking. Did he like me? Was that was he was trying to say? Ugh. It was just so confusing. I was in love with Harry. He's my boyfriend. I have no feelings for anyone else but him. 

Right...? I tried to stop thinking about it. When Eleanor pulled me aside, she asked what happened. I looked her in the eyes, and thought that I could confide in her. But would she tell Louis? Would Danielle tell Liam? I just smiled thoughtfully and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm just tired and I don't feel well." I said as carefully as I could without really telling her what happened. It's not like it was anything huge... but it affected me in a way it shouldn't have.

Another few hours passed by, and I was texting Emma, telling her what happened. She said for me to come to her house. She wanted me to sleep over. My parents wouldn't mind. I had told them already and they told me to call before I went to sleep.

So I sat on the couch, cuddled up next to Harry. Everyone had went home because it was getting late. 

I closed my eyes and started drifting off to sleep. "Cammie. Cammie, wake up." Harry was trying to wake me up. "Hmm?" I said sleepily. "It's almost midnight. Aren't you supposed to go to Emma's?" he asked. My eyes shot open. "Oh yeah!" I said suddenly. I jumped off the couch and slid my Converse on.

"I wish you wouldn't have to go." Harry said, sliding his arms around me. I smiled, beyond tired. "Me neither. Walk me out?" I asked. He nodded. He kissed me and held my hand until we got to my car. He kissed me again and closed the door for me. "Oh, and by the way, keep the sweatshirt. It looks good on you." he said before I pulled out. 

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