Harry has a girlfriend.. He confirmed it last night. I'm sorry love. xx"
That was all I needed to fully wake up. I looked at my clock. 9:00. Not to early, but I was still exhausted. I read the text from India again. Once the shock wore off, I understood. Harry. My Harry. The guy that has been with me through thick and thin. My everything. The love of my life. The guy who I've been to afraid to admit I loved him. The guy that now has a girlfriend.
It took about 5 more seconds for the tears to come on.
I heard a clang down stairs and realized that Harry was still at my house from the night before. It wasn't rare that he would stay at my house, it happened often and since we both didn't live with our parents, it wasn't a big deal. Amazing, I thought sarcastically. Just who I want to see. I tried to wipe my eyes to make the tears seem less evident, but I just gave up and sauntered down stairs.
"Morning love." Harry said, smiling at me from the kitchen when he saw me. "What would you like for bre- hold on, are you alright? Have you been crying?"
Oh great, he saw. Here we go...
"I'm fine." I said cooly, coming across cold and almost heartless. I felt a twinge of guilt... But then it disappeared as I remembered why I was still on the verge of tears.
"No its not. I know you, tell me." He said, persistently. His eyes that I had been trying to avoid caught mine and my heart fluttered- his evergreen eyes made me melt. Ugh. I hate him. No, I loved him. But I wanted to hate him. He looked concerned, which made me feel even more guilty, but I ignored the feeling.
"Nothing."
"So you where crying over nothing?" He asked me quizzically.
"No, I was crying over something. But you don't care, so go away." I snapped. It came across meaner then I had intended, but it was to late to take it back now. I saw the pain register in his face and his eyes.
"Jenna.. I do care. Where on Earth did you get the idea from that I wouldn't care? I've always cared." He replied quietly, obviously really hurt by my accusation.
"Oh, I don't know. When you got a girlfriend and didn't bother to tell me." I hissed, getting angrier by the second. I made sure to lay on the sarcasm and I preoccupied myself with my phone. I hated being like this to him... but I had to.
"You know, then." He said, looking down. "Listen, I know I should've told yo-"
"Save it." I simply said, because the tears had started in my eyes again and I didn't want to even hear about his girlfriend, or any excuse he had to tell me. My heart felt shattered, and my body was almost unresponsive. "Just leave."
"You want me to leave?" He asked, upset. He sounded so hurt. It took all my strength and self control to not run up and hug him. I nodded, and that's when the sobs rose in my throat and I bolted back up stairs. I crawled into my rooms and laid on the floor and cried. I needed someone.. And I knew who. I whipped out my phone and speed dialed the only person who would understand me.
"Hello? J?" a familiar voice answered.
"Li.." I started, my voice shaking. But I just threw myself into another fit of sobbing.
"I'm coming over." Liam responded and hung up. That's what I loved about him- he didn't ask, he did. He was my bestfriend. I literally told him everything. He's always known I love Harry, and he's been there for be through it all. We're nothing more than best friends though. Because they are all famous (big band, One Direction... maybe you've heard of it?) fans often ship us together.. But he's just my friend and the feeling is gladly mutual. And anyways, he's dating Danielle. She's perfect for him. My thoughts of my bestfriend where broken by the sound of the door bell ringing. I sometimes forgot how close the boys lived to my house. Before I could get to the door, or even the stairs, I heard Harry open it.
"Liam? What are you doing here? I was just leaving.." Harry said. I still heard pain in his voice. It made me feel like a terrible person.
"What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do." Liam said. I could imagine him glaring him down. He was so protective of me. And I didn't even tell him it was about Harry- he already knew. I usually came to him when I had problems with Harry. Neither of us where perfect, and sometimes Harry would snap and say something to would break me down. I knew he instantly regretted it, but it happened and when it did, Liam was always there to wipe away my tears and make me happy.
"I swear, nothing I know of! Well.. I mean.. I did get a girlfriend.. I guess that's kinda big but-"
"You didn't tell her, did you? You just waited. Waited for her to find out." Liam cut him off.
"I was going to tell her! I just never found the right time." Was all Harry said. Lie.
"Well congrats mate, you broke her heart." Was all Liam said, before I could hear him running toward and up the stairs. He saw me standing there and ran towards me, engulfing me in a huge hug. He picked me up and carried me back to my room. The sobbing started again, so he laid with me in my bed until I calm down. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and I felt so safe and protected. When I finally stopped sobbing, I was so drained that I instantly started falling asleep, with Liam stroking my hair and telling me random things about his day and Danielle. Just as I was drifting into peaceful sleep, I heard Liam whisper:
"I love you."
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"WHAT?!" I sat up quickly in my bed. It was a dream. Relief quickly washed over me. Harry didn't have a girlfriend. Thank god. I sighed and put my head in my hands, replaying memories of the dream in my head. The feeling of Harry having a girlfriend was just heart wrenching, let alone him hiding it from me. And the way his voice sounded so upset- I could never forget that. And that's when I realized Harry was sitting on the floor next to my bed.
"Um.. Hello..?" I looked confused at Harry. Why he beside my bed?
"J.. Uh.. Hey.. You.. You woke up.. I.. Just.. Came to.. Give you... Well ask you if.. You.. Um.. Breakf- Did you hear what I said right before you woke up?" Harry said, stuttering the first part but then spitting out the last few words. I thought about the dream. Then I remembered the last words Liam said to me in my dream. My heart ached- hold on, my heart ached? What? But then it started to pound... Did Harry actually say that to me in real life, while I was sleeping, and it had ended up in my dream?
"Maybe.. What did you say?" I asked him. His eyes widened, but he looked relieved.
"Nothing important! Nothing! So fried eggs for breakfast? I have a surprise for you today!" Harry said as he got up and left my rooms. I groaned. I hated Harry's surprises. Not they where bad and I didn't appreciate them, but I hated surprises. I got ready quickly and hurried down stairs.
"Hey Haz? Just checking, you don't have a girlfriend right?" I asked him. I might as well make sure. It was a very realistic dream.
"No." He said, and he sifted uncomfortably.
"You okay?" I questioned, worried. Why was he acting weird this morning? He was never like this. Just was I was about to ponder more reasons as to why he was acting so strange and he could reply, my phone rang.
"Li!" I smiled, answering the phone.
"Jenna.." I heard Liam's voice come over the phone. I heard a sob on the other end, his voice depressed and upset. I felt my heart drop.
"Liam, I'm coming over." I said and hung out. Wait.. Didn't this just happen, but the other way around? Whatever, Liam barely ever cried, and when he did, he had to be really upset.
"Hey Haz? I have to go see Li.. He's upset. Pick me up there for the surprise?" I said sweetly, before giving him a hug and grabbing my keys. Harry fake smiled and barely returned to hug.
"Alright." He said, his voice sparking with a bit of frustration as he picked up the pan he had been using to cook food on and chucked all of our breakfast in the trash. Hold on a second. Wasn't he happy 5 minutes ago, sad two minutes ago, and now he's frustrated? Bipolar, anyone?
"Bye!" I said, quickly walking out the door. I'd deal with his problems later. As much as I loved him, I truly didn't know how to handle him sometimes. Thoughts and confusion blurred in my head before I pushed them out and focused on what was most important: what was wrong with Liam.
