Another shot of love (Harry or Louis love story) [AU]

Chapter 15

-CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE DAY AFTER

"This is our contest and the prize is you."

It's not unusual for Shira to find it hard to get up in the morning. However, with the circumstances she was in she wanted to stay in bed so bad, she thought it better to just disappear.

The brunette turned on her back and faced the ceiling. What time was it? Nine? Ten, maybe?

She groaned. And her stomach grumbled with her.

Reluctantly, the girl sat on the center of the bed and let out a loud sigh. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Skipping it would be bad for her health and figure, which she was very contented with, thank you very much.

The girl wore her slippers, brushed her teeth and changed her clothes before heading for the door.

As she opened it slowly, Shira listened around her for any signs of Harry and Louis. Finding none, Shira closed the door behind her and went down to the café where she would have her late breakfast.

Shira paced slowly, trying to take as much time as possible despite her grumbling tummy. She reminisced last night's events and tried to really soak them in. She remembered feeling very troubled before going to bed: Harry versus Louis isn't a very rare sight but this was a different case. They were fighting over a living thing: her. No matter how warm-hearted and kind those two are, the thought of them fighting is just—wrong.

"Be careful what you wish for…" said Shira as she remembered herself wanting to be fought over. But now that she's actually experiencing it, it's not as fun as she imagined especially when neither Louis nor Harry seemed to want to lose.

Shira reached her destination and the tinted doors opened for her and revealed Louis and Harry eating together in one table.

"Huh?" she said, slightly shocked. It's as if the two didn't have a confrontation the night before.

"Hey!" said Harry as he sipped coffee and read something that looked like a gazette.

"Hey, Shira…" Louis said in between bites of his food.

"He-hello…" she greeted back, sitting with them on the same table."You guys are friendly today…"

The two boys looked at each other."Really?"

"Yeah.I mean, you're not really fighting or anything or about anything…" she said sheepishly, not wanting to assume anything. What if last night had been a really bad dream?

"Ah… About that…" Harry remarked, as if knowing what was on Shira's mind. "We decided we won't let it come between our friendship” Harry was having difficulty at finding the right word.

Shira was dumbfounded at this. She knew the two of them were kind but this is something else!

"So it's like…?" Shira started.

"The best man wins, of course!" they chorused.

And Shira melted in relief.

"We—we're gonna do what?" Shira said.

The two men smiled at each other.

"It's only fair, right? That each of us take turns on dates with you?" Louis smiled.

"We figured it's the best way for you to decide which of us you really liked." Harry said.

"Y-yeah, I guess but I don't really remember agreeing to any of this." Shira stuttered.

"Well, we didn't think we needed to tell you." Louis said and Harry nodded.

"This is our contest and the prize is you." Harry said. "And this is a first that the prize just so happens to be the judge so you better get yourself ready."

"I… I'm not sure this is a good idea. Usually, I just think things over. Is this really necessary?" Shira asked them, as if a player asking about the rules of a game.

The two nodded simultaneously.

"So, since Louis's had a date with you a lot before, it's just right that I go first." Harry said, standing up and stretching.

"Why are you stretching?" Shira asked shyly.

"What? That's clearly not fair. You're been together for three days so I should get to go first!" Louis said in protest.

"The three-day vacation doesn't count 'cause Shira was always thinking about you! I couldn't even do anything!"

"Why, what were you planning to do?" Shira asked nervously.

"Well, it's not my fault you're so freakin' slow!"

"Oh, yeah? Why not try saying that again,?"

"With pleasure!"

"STOOOOP!" Shira screamed.

The two stopped and looked at the girl. "You decide who goes first, then."

Shira looked at Harry, then Louis, and back to Harry.

"How about you two just play rock-paper-scissors?" Shira said. It's a perfectly harmless game. Plus, it's fair and just.

The two looked at each other again and nodded in agreement.

"One…" Shira started and the two assumed their positions with one hand on their backs.

"Two…"

Harry and Louis looked intensely at each other.

Shira's heart gave a cartwheel. Something about the look on their faces told her rock-paper-scissors wasn't such a good idea after all.

"Th-three!" Shira announced and Harry and Louis sprang to action.

Harry slapped Louis while the latter poked him in the eyes. Both flew in opposite directions about two meters from Shira.

"What the hell—?" Shira said, completely bewildered . "What? Why?"

"I win!" A triumphant Louis said, caressing his cheek which had Harry's hand marked on it.

"That was just pure luck!" Harry argued without opening his eyes which were watering and even seemed to be bleeding. "I demand a rematch!"

"No! No rematch!" Shira protested. "Louis goes first! Harry, you should get those eyes of yours checked. What the heck is your definition of rock-paper-scissors anyway? Wasn't that a bit too brutal?"

"What? Of course, not!" Louis said, helping Harry up. "That's how we've always been doing it."

"Rock is a punch; Paper is a slap and scissors is a poke in the eyes." Harry said, slightly opening his eyes which were, of course, red.

"Well, then, I'd go to the management and hope I didn't get anything busted." Harry said. "Louis, you jerk. That was a bit too strong."

"Speak for yourself. I thought my head was about to come off." Louis said, caressing his cheek again. "Anyway, you'd better get going."

"Whatever. See you." And Harry walked off.

Shira stared at him as he did when Louis suddenly took her by the hand.

"So..." he said. "I hope you're ready to choose me."

He smirked confidently and Shira's heart skipped a beat.