Bittersweet love || l.s.

Chapter Nine

It's currently 2pm on Saturday. That means, It's been 13 days.

13 days since Louis and I had a decent conversation, 13 days since his smile shined like the sun, 13 days since I've realized that I like him.

13 days.

Those days it was just "Hi" and "Bye", sometimes not even that. But honestly after what Emily told me, I don't want to speak to him again.

As for Oli, I haven't told him anything, nor did we speak about that night. He simply didn't ask, and I'm glad he didn't. He noticed that I'm sad though and suggested that we should go out tonight.

I don't feel like it, but the more I think about it, the more it sounds like a good idea.

Oh, by the way, I don't have work today since apparently Louis and Emily are taking Eve to adventure park, or some shit. I honestly didn't pay attention to what Emily was saying.

"We're going at 8pm." Oli says to me, as I enter the kitchen.

I nod, "Okay."

I take out leftover pasta and put it in the microwave. I feel like I haven't eaten in ages. Seriously, though.

I take out my pasta and head upstairs and flop on my bed.

What do I even do right now? Maybe I should call my mom or- yeah I will call my mom.

After few beeps I hear a very surprised, "Hello," through the speaker.

"Hey, mom." I say.

"Harry" I swear-" She starts.

"I know, I know. Don't be mad there's a lot going on and I didn't answer the calls. "

I hear her let out a long sigh of anger," What happened?" She asks.

"I think Louis hates me."

"Why would you think that?" She asks, "And why would you care Harry? He's just your boss, it happens all the time. I don't like mine and he for sure doesn't like me either."

Because I Iike him.

Why is it so hard to say those words. Maybe it's because they have so much meaning to me then anyone else. If I told someone that his smile shines like the sun they would find me ridiculous, simple as that. They don't get it- and neither do I.

Why do our feeling complicate everything so much? Why did I fall for Louis out of all people?

Ugh.

I wish liking someone was easy, like just going up to them and being like "Hey I like you," and they are like, "OMG, no way! Me too! Let's get married." Or some bullshit. But in reality: you get no sleep, you overthink, you are nervous and load of other stuff .

You know what? I'll tell Oliver. Fuck it, I need to get it out.

I put my pasta on my nightstand and get up from my bed so fast that I got a bit dizzy. I run downstairs to find Oli sitting in his old position, on the couch, watching TV.

I walk over and take the remote, turn the TV on and sit on sofa, "I need to tell you something."

He sits up looking kind of mad, "Harry this better be good because Dean was about to kill-"

"I like Louis." I say, looking at the floor.

"Okay?" He asks confused.

"Are you not going to say anything?"

"Harry, I knew this before," he leans I to the couch, "Took you long enough tho."

"He hates me, Oli." I say, and he stood up and sits on the arm of the sofa.