You, Me And Him (Harry Styles)

Right Or Wrong? (PART 34)

(JESSICA POV)

Harry had been out there talking to Louis for a long while, and I was scared that they might have picked up a fight or something. We all sat down and waited for them to come back in. Niall was looking for more to eat, Liam looked like he was thinking about a rescue plan or something like that. Zayn was looking at his drawing of me. I still hadn't see it when it was totally done.

"Jess... I forgot to give you this" he said.

He handed me the beautiful drawing, and seemed to wait for an answer. When I had looked all the details through, I moved my glare to meet his. He was a very talented guy! It had me shocked that he could draw like this, honestly.

"it's beautiful, Zayn!" I said, still shocked. He grinned at me, and said

"I worked hard on it, I'm glad you like it" he finished, biting his lips like a nervous little boy.

"it's amazing! How did you learn to draw like this?" I asked him, standing up to hug him.

"well... Before the fame I got easily bored" he laughed.

"thank you soooo much!" I said. "I love it. I'll hang it on my wall"

I just realized I didn't really have a wall. Now that I had to live with the boys, I didn't even have a room for myself. The door swung open, and Harry and Louis came in. None of them were bleeding, so they didn't seem to have been fighting.

Louis looked up at me, and smiled. He moved away from Harry, and walked over to me.

"can we talk a bit? I need to get something off my chest" he said, sounding less drunk now. The way he was walking still told me he'd had too much to drink. Sometimes he couldn't seem to control his walking, and several times he had to stop for a while to get control again. I didn't answer him, but just walked with him. I remember last time he wanted to talk...

He looked really sad. He sat down in a little red couch. Hiding his face in his hands, he mumbled,

"I love you so much. I'm sorry you don't love me as much as I love you."

Now he stood up again, and walked over to me. He hugged me tight and kissed my cheek. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. This was the moments I liked. When he wasn't so possessive like before, he was a really great guy. I'm glad he's my friend, but the jealousy was awful.

"I do care about you, Lou. You just make it hard when you're so jealous... Why can't you find another girl? Someone who's more like you." I said as a reply.

"I know Harry. I was only protecting you. I love you, and I can't take to see you getting hurt. I don't want another girl. At least not until I can be sure he's not hurting you." he said.

"but maybe you haven't seen him when he's actually in love. I know he did date a lot of women, but just because you date someone, it doesn't mean you sleep with them, right?" I told him.

"yes, I know, but I've shared a flat with him since we met, and... I've just heard a bit of what's going on when he brings his dates with him."

Maybe he was right. He did share the flat with him for a while. I just kinda didn't know Harry was like that. Hazza has always been the kind of guy who doesn't really seem to be the smart-ass guy. But he could have changed. He claims to love me, so I guess he's not just trying to get me to sleep with him. I pulled away from Louis warm hug, and we just stood there. Louis looked sick, like if he had to throw up or something. He sat down, covering his face in his hands again. I sat down beside him and petted his back. I could hear he was taking deep breaths. In... And out... He hugged his legs with his arms, and lowered his head to his knees. I stood up to be him something to throw up in, just in case. As I walked over to the table to find a plastic bag, he threw up. Guess it was too late with that plastic bag now. I fixed him a towel to clean himself with, and gave him a glass of water. He drank it all. I still sat with the plastic bag, in case he had to throw up again. Louis is a great guy, and his future girlfriend will be very lucky. This talk had my mood going down. A lot!

"well.. Guess we need to fix you a bed. There's an extra bed in... His room" he said, and I knew who he was referring to. After we'd been sitting for a while, I helped him up from the couch. He steadied himself, and started to slowly walk out of the room. He looked back a few times, to see if I was coming with him.

"Boo Bear, I'm really sorry... You know, 'cause of all of this crap." I told him. I felt like it was my time to help him.

"that doesn't really make it better, Jess. You know that." he answered back, cold hearted. It might be hurtful for him, but he needs to control himself. This wasn't my fault. Harry is the right one for me, and I'm not gonna doubt anything because of him.

They all looked at us when we came out of the little room. Harry walked over to me, looking like he was about to ask me if I was okay. Louis seemed to notice it, and gave him another one of his cold, sarcastic looks. The look seemed to say something like 'yeah-she's-alive-no-I-didn't-rape-her' it seemed to go on Harry's nerves, and he said

"don't start something" just as cold as Lou.

"I'm busy. Can I ignore you some other time?" Louis replied.

I was getting sick of this bullshit.

"quit it! You guys are best friends, stop the fighting. I know you love me, Louis, but that shouldn't affect you and Harry's friendship." the honesty surprised me too. It came out very strong, and seemed almost so firm you could touch it.

Both of the two boys looked at me, like the rest. I felt my cheeks getting hot with anger, and my eyes watered. Both of their harsh face expressions seemed to soften a bit. Then Louis said,

"yeah, guess you're right. Sorry." and looked straight over at Harry.

My eyes turned to Harry, hoping he'd agree. Harry opened his mouth like he was about to say something, then closed it again. He shook his head, and turned to walk away. I couldn't really believe he was the one who was being childish. Louis agreed, which he never did before, and Harry was the child who chose to give Lou the 'apology not accepted' card.

When I turned my eyes to look at the others, they seemed very surprised by Harry's reaction.

I looked at Louis who seemed just as surprised. He caught my glare and smiled a shy smile.

"wow, who's the jealous one now, huh?" Lou said, with a cheeky smile.

The rest of the boys nodded a bit in agreement. He was right about it, though.

"I'm gonna unpack, and go to bed. This is too much. Sorry..." I just said, and left leaving the others standing there.

I don't know where Harry went, and I don't even care. I walked up the stairs trying to find the room I was supposed to sleep in. Then I realized I had to share room with Harry. I don't want any weird, embarrassing moments, but I needed to ask him about what the hell happened. I saw my bags weren't where they were when I left them. I walked around, looking inside each room, trying to find what could be Harry's room. The fist room was Nialls for sure. There was a huge Irish flag in his wall, a guitar beside the bed, and some family pictures. Closing the door, I moved on to the next one. surely it was Zayns. There was sketches, and drawings everywhere. There was a room that looked pretty simple. There was a picture of Danille, Liam's girlfriend, on the nightstand. Guess it was Liam's. The next room had The Frey CDs' on a little table, and 3 pairs of TOMS. Louis room. The last room must have been Harry's. I saw my bags standing on the floor, and I decided to take a look around. Well, a box with condoms stood on a little table. Nearly full, so I guess he hasn't gotten much laid, haha!