Louis POV
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"Are you crazy? I'm not getting in between this," I say, "I think we just need to go back to organizing the party, yeah?"
"No."
"No."
I sigh.
"I'm crazy for wanting my best friend's support?" He asks and I run my hand over my face.
"That's not what I said."
"Just tell him, Louis. He's a big boy, and he can take the fact that's he's wrong," Jo says beneath me.
"As can your wife," He states.
They both turn to stare expectantly at me, waiting for an answer. Their piercing gazes burn holes through me.
I raise my hands and shake my head repeatedly, "No I'm not interfering with this. You both need to just make up and put this behind you."
"Did you not hear what he called her? How do you expect me to put all of that behind me?" she says. "Lexi is none of that and you know it, Lou."
"I—"
"Oh come on. Louis you've gone through all of this before, you've dated them– you know the signs of a gold digger like the back of your hand just like I do. It all adds up and you know it. Just say it."
"No I'm not gonna—You guys are asking me to choose between my wife and my best friend, not choose which story sounds right."
"What? No," they say in unison, octaves higher than usual.
"But since you insist, see it that way as you may," Harry says and Jo looks at him, and then back at me.
"Fine then, Harry or me?"
"I'm not choosing between the two of you! That's ridiculous."
"Fine."
"Then don't."
"But you still have to pick who's right," Jo notes and Harry nods in agreement.
"No, you'll only see it as me choosing one of you guys over the other. I'm not."
"No we won't. Right?" Harry holds out his pinky.
"Right," she takes it and then lets go. They both are back to staring at me now.
This is such a bad idea..
"You have to promise not to get mad."
They both nod.
I shake my head for a few moments, and then eventually let out a big sigh of defeat.
"I think.. Josie—," Harry's face falls and Josie's rises, and I quickly reword it carefully, "Josie I think Harry had a point."
Suddenly the opposite occurs and it's Harry's face that's grinning and dancing with delight, and Jo's face that has fallen and rolled into a pit of hurt. What have I done? She gently pulls out of my arms and leaves out of the room.
"Jo where are you going? Don't be mad.. please," I beg as I follow her. "You promised you wouldn't."
She stops and turns around. Her eyes are glossed over. "Louis I'm not mad I'm...–You choose him over me?"
"What? No, no— that's not what I said," I rush out.
"Yes it is. You just said it," She gestures at Harry.
"Did I not just say I wasn't making the decision between you guys? I was making it based on the situation. Why don't you listen?" I throw my hands up in frustration.
