Liam watches Harry closes the door softly behind him as he leaves Liam's flat, ignoring the small ache he feels reverberating throughtout his body, he doesn't like Harry like that. Harry is awful. Harry had screwed him over, screwed him up beyond repair. He looks down at Sophia and she smiles up at him, he smiles back and brushes his lips softly against hers, enjoying the taste of her strawberry lipgloss.
"What do you want to do babe?" Liam asks her as he grabs her hand and pulls her softly towards the living room. He sits down on the couch and pulls her lightly toward him, letting her straddle his lap. She sits with her knee's on either side of Liam's hips and cradles his face softly with her hands, leaning down to press her lips against his. Liam rests his hands on her hips and pulls her foward so their bodies are pressed together.
"Oh!" Sophia says breathlessly against his lips.
He smiles against her lips and pushes forward, licking into her mouth. Liam closes his eyes and his mind flashes to another time, less soft curves and more hard lines. He begins to panic slightly and his hands tighten their hold on her hips as she nips at his bottom lip. Sophia pulls back, resting her forehead against his, looking into his eyes.
"Let's go into your room."
Liam jumps up, almost knocking Sophia to the floor and running towards his room.
"C'mon!" He says when he turns around and notices that she isn't behind him. He hears her laugh and start walking towards him.
He can do this. He can be with Sophia, she's beautiful, she really is. He can love her.
Except he can't.
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'One Direction's long awaited tour begins next week!'
Harry skims over the article before shutting his laptop, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Fuck" he whispers to himself.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his mobile, thumbing across the screen and scrolling through the contacts till he reaches who he's looking for.
He shuts his eyes and brings it up to his ear, listening to the ringing.
"Oi, what the fuck do you want mate?"
"I just... I need someone to talk to." Harry says, ignoring the way his voice shakes, hoping that Nick doesn't hear it.
There's a long pause before Harry hears a long sigh.
"Well, I was gonna wank off then go to sleep but I guess I can do this for you instead. I'll be at your flat in ten, let's go get wasted." Grimmy says quietly, Harry knows he's trying to hide the concern in his voice and Harry smiles slightly, glad that he has someone who won't ask any questions.
"Okay" He says, then immediatly after he hears the dial tone. He knows that Liam would dissaprove of him getting drunk, but he really doesn't care what Liam thinks. And besides, Liam doesn't have to know.
