More Than This (the bromance of Harry and Louis)

Best Mate

Chapter 8

(Loui's POV) 

I couldn't sleep that night. Nor could I talk to anyone. Niall helped a lot, but I need to think about this to myself for a while. I like Jean. I know I do. It's how I feel whenever I'm with her. Like nothing could go wrong, and I'll be happy as long as she's there.

We were surprised to find out Harry and Jean were gone. I mostly was. But I don't want to know where they are, or what they're doing. And I don't know what I'd feel if Harry comes home from their date and sleep beside me, so I decided to sleep on the living room couch. It was uncomfortable, but it helped me a lot in my thinking. That was, until...

I heard keys clinging and the door lock click. The door creaked open. Harry was never good at sneaking around. His foot steps were slow but loud. I clicked open the lights. 

He almost jumped like a cat. He laughed at the shock, but I didn't find it humorous... Maybe only a little...

"You scared me there, Boo Bear!" he said, walking closer to me. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" 

"I should be asking you the same thing, Haza,"

He chuckled and said, "Oh you know, just a little stroll out... Fresh air, you know? Wait, are you sleeping here on the couch?" 

He wrapped an arm around me, saying, "You don't want to sleep with me?"

I could smell strawberries. Jean. I know it's from her.

"Were you with Jean?"

A smile spread across his face. I wanted to punch it out of him. 

"Is my Boo bear jealous, because I left him?" he said, laughing.

 'Yes, but for the wrong reason,' I wanted to yell at him. "What did you two do?"

"You know I don't kiss and tell," he said then winked at me.

My blood was rising and my fists were clenching. I swear, I was about to punch him to the ground, but Niall came.

"What's up, Nialler? Why you still up?" Harry asked.

"Midnight snack," he said casually, like he does it every night. Well, he probably does.

Harry stretched and yawned wide. "I'm heading off for bed! You're sleeping with me tomorrow night, Lou. Good night," and he walked back to his room.

I dived for the couch, buried my head on a pillow, then yelled and groaned. I felt Niall's hand rub my back.

"He's freaking in love with her, I know it!"

"Why does that stop you from liking her?"

I looked at him, annoyed. "He was on for her first! It's part of the bro code!"

 "Which is?"

 "Bros before hoes!"

 "But Jean's not a hoe,"

 I groaned. "Niall, you don't get it! Mates first, remember? And I don't want to cross my best mate,"

"You don't know what Jean feels... It's the girl who decides at the end,"

"What if she chooses me? What would Harry feel? Or worse, what if she chooses Harry...?"

"You answered your own question there, mate," he said and I didn't understand him.

"Huh?" 

"You said so yourself, it'd be worse if Jean chooses Harry,"

And with that, he left me for food in the kitchen.