Stay Real - z.m.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Alex’s pov

We lay in bed as we stare at the ceiling. I really can't believe we just did what we just did. I discovered I officially DON’T like Harry in a more then friends way, and jet I am here with him, in bed. He is super cute and he is amazing, but I didn't feel it. I don’t see firework when we kiss, I don't have that weird stomach feeling I normally have when I see someone I really, really like. It’s not fair towards Harry that I just used him like that, so I guess I should just tell him.

"Alex..." Harry says turning towards me.

"Yes?"

There are two option, one this is going to be the exact same thing as I want to say, or two, he is going to tell me how much he likes me.

"I really hate to say this, and I had an amazing night. Dinner was amazing and so are you it’s just that..."

YES THANK YOU.

"Are you going to tell me what I think you are going to tell me?" I ask turning towards him.

"Well I don't really know what you think I'm going to tell"

"Then tell me"

"I like you but not more than a friend"

"I wanted to tell you the exact same" I confess towards him, "It’s that I just don’t feel it, the butterflies, the fireworks, it’s not really there"

"Same for me"

"But I did have an amazing night, you are good company"

"Thank you, you too" Harry says before he chuckles. It doesn't take long until we are both laughing. How stupid is it that we both feel the same about one another and still kiss and share the bed with each other? And we’re not even awkward about it, how weird is that?

"Alright, alright, back to serious" Harry says suddenly.

"What's up?"

"What's up with you and Yaser?"

What would be up with us? I mean I haven't been acting weird since we kissed but maybe he has. Maybe it’s something else for him, but not for me.

"Nothing, why?"

"Ever since that day he cried he's been acting different when the conversation is about you"

"I don't know, nothing much happened"

"So something did happen?"

"I am actually not supposed to tell you, but if you promise not to tell Yaser... or anyone on this fucking planet"

"Promise on my butterfly tattoo over here" Harry says pointing to his tattoo.

Weirdo.

"Well, he told me what happened, and after I gave some shitty back up. I told him to just shush and hug me, because hugging always helps when you're down. So we hugged and we just kind of accidently kissed. But everyone could see it wasn't just a kiss, it was something more, but I don't feel that way towards Yaser. I did feel the butterflies and the fireworks, but I see him as a friend. We decided not to talk about it, but maybe it was the same towards Yaser..."