Louis: You decided to go out to the bar with Louis tonight knowing a few of your girlfriend were going to show up too. For the first hour you stuck around Louis, and met a few of his friends that showed up that night. Each of them talked to you a while, as you had a few of your favorite drinks. “Louis you should ride the bull,” one of his more obnoxious friends suggested. “I don’t know,” he shook his head, smiling as he looked over to it. “I’ll bet you I could last longer than you,” the friend challenged. “No way. Louis has this one easy. My bet’s on him,” another friend added. “Are you kidding me? James is built for this,” the other friend laughed. “Oh you’re on,” one said as they both shook on it. “Wait, slow down guys. I didn’t even agree to anything yet,” Louis corrected them. “Ok, well are you in,” James questioned and they all stared eagerly. “Of course I’m in,” he agreed and they all cheered as James put his arm around him to lead him away. You wanted to see this so you followed to watch from the side with a few girlfriends who, finally arrived. You informed them about what was going on as Louis got on to the bull. He stayed on pretty long, but the guy controlling it wiped him backwards and he ended up falling off. His buddy congratulated him confident they would win. James hopped on not long after, and you were going to watch but someone tapped you on the back. You thought it was a friend, but you soon found out it was Louis old girlfriend. “I knew I’d find you eventually,” she smiled. You’d never talked to her before, so you didn’t really know what was coming. You decided to stay silent. “I saw him on the bull, and I knew I should talk to you. Would you mind coming with me, so we can speak alone,” she questioned. “Sure, I guess,” you followed her away from all of the commotion. “Are you okay,” she questioned concerned. “I’m fine,” you answered, confused about her motive. “Does he give you enough attention?” She put her arm on yours. “Yes,” you responded like it was obvious. “Then you are just not far enough along in the relationship yet. I came to you because I need to warn you before it happens. If you ever end up feeling ignored, you’re not over exaggerating. It’s his way of saying goodbye without actually having to commit to it.” Even though this was a strange conversation, it was hard to completely brush off what she said. “Thank you for your advice, but I don’t see why you want me to doubt him before he even proves to me he’s no good. It just seem like you want me to leave him before I even give him a chance.” She defended herself quickly, “I just don’t want you to get hurt…like me,” she seemed genuine. You nodded, “Well that’s nice of you, but I think you should let people learn their own lessons. Plus we’re different people. Maybe you were the right person for him. Maybe you weren’t. Either way we are different people and our relationships with him are very different. I appreciate what you are trying to do here, but I’m going to go back to my friends and make my own observations about their intentions.” “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she apologized. You shook your head, “Don’t worry, you didn’t.”
Harry: “Do you want to check out the pool,” Harry suggested. “I want to swim in the pool,” you corrected. “You know what I meant,” he grumbled before getting up to put his trunks on. Soon enough you were outside, and it didn’t take long for him to get you into the pool. He invited the rest of the the guys, along with the girls that were also present for the day. Liam, Niall, Sophia and Gemma all came down to join you two. Gemma, more to sunbathe than swim, but everyone else got in for a little while. Soon enough Liam and Sophia were challenging you to a game of chicken, and Harry wasn’t letting you get out of it. You played one game, and failed miserably, as usually. “Round two,” Harry challenged, ready to lift. You shook your head, “Not with me. Here,” you walked over to Niall and gave him a soft nudge forward, “He’s all yours. I need a break.” Harry sighed, “Fine, come on Niall.” “Hey, I’m the best chicken partner you ever had,” you heard Niall joke as you hoisted yourself out of the pool. Then you picked up a towel and took the chair next to Gemma. “Not a chicken fan,” she observed. “Not really. I’m kind of useless at that height,” you responded honestly. She smiled, “Plus, you’re not much of a fighter, are you?” “That’s true,” you agreed. She paused for a few seconds to watch all of them go at it. “Harry’s not much of a fighter either,” she added. “Yeah. I suppose,” you nodded. “You know I like you right,” she questioned looking at you nervously. “I know,” you smiled. “So you know I wouldn’t say anything unless I thought it was completely necessary,” she bit her bottom lip.” You started to tense up, sensing something was wrong, “Yes.” She paused again, going over something in her mind. “He doesn’t always stand up for himself,” she started, “He’s always trying to be nice, and he hates the idea of hurting someone’s feelings, so he has a habit of letting people walk all over him a lot of the time. I know you like him, and I know he likes you, but I don’t think you will ever be the person he needs.” Her words barely registered in your mind, you never expected something like that to come from Gemma. “He needs a fighter,” she clarified, “Maybe you need one too.” You looked over to Harry, trying to contemplate if she was right. You scanned your memories for prof, and she wasn’t completely off base. He didn’t always put the effort in to fight for what he really wanted. “So what are you suggesting,” you questioned, praying for anything but what your were about to get. “I’m worried for him. I think you should end it before you’re in too deep and both of you get hurt even worse.” You looked up, trying to stop the tears from building, “I don’t think I can,” you managed to whisper. “It’s your decision,” she reminded you before you got up to go to the bathroom to calm yourself down before rejoining the group. Gemma had left by the time you got back. Later in the night you laid down with Harry to watch a movie. He started kissing you, but you couldn’t enjoy it after a day of contemplating whether you were wrong about your relationship. “Harry don’t,” you pushed him away. “Make me,” he teased, going for your neck. “I’m serious stop,” you ordered louder, using more force to push him away. That seemed to upset him as he backed away, “Is something wrong?” You nodded slowly, “Do you think we’re not good for each other?” “No,” he instantly responded like it was matter of fact. “No actually think about it,” you lightly tapped his skull. He took ahold of your hand to stop you. “I don’t need to think about love. It doesn’t make any sense, and that’s why it works. You can’t reason with it.” His explanation slowed you down, but you still had questions. “Love is also blind,” you added. “If it’s blind, I don’t want to see,” he smiled. “I still don’t know,” you shook your head. “I do,” he quickly countered. With that you realized how your relationship worked. You could bring up things with each other, because neither of you would instantly shut the other one down. You’d actually listen, and reason out whatever the problem was at the time. Most importantly he’d eased your worries, which you really needed from time to time. You leaned over to kiss him in gratitude until you had to pull away to catch your breath. “That’s good enough for me,” you said, letting your doubts slip away.
