"Lovely"

Part Thirty One (Louis)

Part Thirty One (Louis)

Though I’m still confused about everything with Liam, what bothers me to no end is Harry’s discontent with the entire situation. It’s as if his mood changes with mine. I like it, and it really helps us not to argue, but I wish he would be his own person. He doesn’t understand, I don’t think he ever will really. Sure, he can be there for me and I appreciate him to no end, and I care for him, but I think it may be time for him to back off a bit. I’m doing my best to work well with Liam, and if anything, I think it’s going well. I’m glad to see that he’s willing to move on, and not be terrible to me even though he was in the past. That is behind us now, and I’m very much hoping that we can maybe develop some sort of friendship? I don’t know, maybe one day down the road I could see it, but I’m not about to pour my heart out to him or anything.

For now it’s just nice to be in his company. We’re sat at the kitchen table, papers strewn all about us. Liam makes the occasional comment on the assignment and out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry wander past every so often. If I didn’t know any better I would think he was eavesdropping on us, but I know Harry.

He wouldn’t do that.

He wouldn’t.

Harry’s been awfully good about Liam since the fight though. He had pulled me out into the hallway before leaving, as if he was trying to convince me to ditch Liam.

“Lou, come on. He’s such a prick.” Harry spits under his breath. “You know he’s just out to get you or some shit.”

“Harry!” I snap, “Stop cussing. It’s rude. And Liam’s not. I don’t know…he’s sort of…nice?”

“Lou-“

“I’m trying Harry! I’m really trying to move past this, and feel better about this, and you’re making it so difficult. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to make my anxiety worse.”

His face drops. “You don’t actually think that?”

He pulls me into him, rubbing circles into my back. “Lou, you know I would never do something like that to you. I care about you, and I want this to go away so you can feel better. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be trying to make this harder than it is.”

I nod into his chest, nuzzling my hair against him. “Thank you.”

“Hey,” He suggests, “I’m sorry Lou. Let me make it up to you later.”

That was new, even for Harry. Sure, he had made little comments before, and at first I was really unsure of his intentions, but it was never anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I knew that he was one to take things slow, as he too is only just discovering what he likes.

However, I’m left to ponder this by myself as Harry has nudged me back out to Liam, who’s waiting patiently by the front stairs.

Leaving one last final peck on my cheek, he turns his attention to Liam.

“I leave you two to it then.”

Liam accepts his leaving, but he doesn’t know Harry like I do. And I happen to know that Harry is angry. He had earlier expressed his displeasure with Liam’s existence, but I was doing my best to work on him. Yes, what Liam had done was awful, but I shouldn’t be holding him back from the both of us moving on.

We work in silence for most of the time, and after maybe two hours, Liam leaves.

Maybe not complete silence.

We did talk. Kind of.

And we sort of…made friends? I guess, I’m not sure.

He’s gone for a few minutes before Harry comes back down the stairs.