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

Chapter 18

-CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: FRIENDS, LOVERS OR NOTHING-

"No…" he said. "You stay here."

The sound of the glass as it was being dragged across the bar and the sigh that had followed made Perry stop reading her magazine and  look at Shira, who was laying head on the table.

"You okay?" she said, smiling.

"Yeah, I guess." Shira sighed, then sat up straight and looked around. After making a displeased and sad face, she sighed and forcefully banged her head on the counter.

"I think that's about the sixth time you sighed today." Perrie  said. "You're not okay, are you?"

Shira smiled weakly. "You know everything, don't you?"

"I do. And I think I know who you're looking for, though." She replied.

"Y-you do?" Shira asked, flushing in disbelief.

"It's normal for girlfriends to look for their other halves." Perrie said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Don't worry, Louis probably just woke up late or something."

"O-oh…" Shira replied.

"He'll be here, don't you worry your pretty little face." Perrie assured, standing up and going back to wiping the counter table.

"B-but I'm not looking for Louis." Shira finally revealed.

Perrie immediately snapped her head. "You're not?"

"N-no. I'm, uh… I'm looking for Harry."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't seen him since we went back here and I did something really awful to him and I wanted to say sorry." Shira said, not holding her breath. Then, she looked up at Perrie who was absolutely dumbfounded.

"W-well, if that's what happened…" she paused. "Harry has been a work-a-holic these past few days. I don’t know why though…”

"I see, thank you, Perrie." Shira said and then stood up. "I'll be going now…"

"O-okay…" Perrie said. "Be careful!"

Perrie continued to do her cleaning when from behind her, a voice greeted, "Hey, Perrie!"

Without even looking at the owner, Perrie replied back, "Hello, Louis."

"Shira just went out, did you see her?" the blonde girl said after a while.

"I saw her." Louis said, looking at the huge wooden doors. "But I don't think she saw me… And we passed by each other, too! She looked like a zombie. Was something up?"

"Well, she was looking for Harry. She looked really sorry. Did something happen?"

"No…" Louis said, shaking his head.   “At least, nothing I know about."

She had to see him. She just had to. So despite the heavy wind, the dark sky and the cold seeping through her skin, Shira marched her way to Harry's place.

"Harry, I'm sorry…" she rehearsed. "No, that's a bit too blunt. Should I greet him first? Wh-what if he doesn't want to see me?"

Shira stopped, then screamed. "I'm not even sure if he's home yet! Stupid!"

However, when she looked up, she found out that she was already in front of Harry's home. Breathing in deeply and mustering all the courage she could, Shira knocked on the door.

"H-Harry, are you there? It's me, Shira."

No answer. Shira knocked again.

"Harry, are you home?"