Distraction (Narry Storan)

I woke up to a grumbling stomach, as usual. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t hungry. Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair and flung my legs over the side of my bed, standing up.

As I made my way down the hall, I heard knocking at the door of my flat. Who would bother coming here so early in the morning? The fans didn’t know where I lived, so it must be one of the boys. Why would they even be up this early?

I glanced in a mirror as I passed it and smoothed down my bed hair, feeling a bit like Zayn. A quick search of the living room gave me a pair of trousers, which I pulled on. I looked over at the kitchen longingly; I was so starving.  But food was going to have to wait until I opened the door for whoever was still pounding on it.

The lock clicked open and the door was flung wide before I even reached for the handle. Someone threw themselves into my arms, wrapping their arms around my waist and burying their head in my chest. I saw a flash of curls and shimmery emerald. Harry.

Why was he here, and especially so early? Harry should’ve been back at his and Lou’s flat, but instead here he was, in my arms after loudly banging at my door. Something must have happened between him and Louis, the poor lad.

I reached around him to shut the door and gently lifted him from the ground. Harry was surprisingly light, and I was able to swiftly get him onto the living room couch. He was now full on sobbing, and I felt terrible because I didn’t know what to do for him.

Obviously, there was a problem with Larry. Yes, they are together and they have been for… a year, today. Today is their one-year anniversary, how could I have forgotten? Did that have to do with why Harry was here?

The two had always had a thing for each other, and we all expected them to get together sooner or later. It was no big surprise when they came up to us one day and said they were dating and in love. The way they looked at each other, so full of care and lust, was unlike the way they’d ever looked at any other.

That was, until Louis met Eleanor.

Harry had actually been the one to introduce the two, I remembered. Louis had immediately been interested in seeing her again, and I knew they spent a lot of time together these days. Louis had gradually slipped out of love with Harry, and I didn’t know if he realized it or not, but Harry had.

They’d been getting into frequent fights in the past few weeks since Harry first brought her up. Louis had asked what she had to do with anything, and Harry had accused him of spending more time with his new friend than his boyfriend. Of course, Louis got defensive and snapped at him. But he apologized the next day, and they were together again as always.

The fights had been getting more violent and I knew Harry wanted out of the situation but couldn’t find it in himself to leave Louis. He knew deep down that Louis no longer loved him, but it hurt him, as he was still very much in love with the older lad. He wasn’t willing to let go; he wanted to get Lou back in his arms.

Harry had been coming to me when they had a fight. He’d trusted me with every detail of his thoughts and feelings, which meant a lot to me. To twist up this sticky love situation even more, there’s one more thing I forgot to mention.

I’m in love with Harry.

I never made a move on him or pressured him to be with me. I let him go and watched sadly as he chose Louis a year ago, but I tried my best to brush it off. I hid my feelings and eventually I’d believed I no longer loved him and was actually trying to be happy for Larry.

When the fights started and I saw Harry so broken, it made me furious. Louis had this amazing boy who would do anything for him, and he throws it away and wastes his love for a girl he barely just met? I always had to restrain myself and distract my anger by turning it into care for Harry when he was down.