Moments

Chapter 14

14

Harry's POV

I smiled to Brooke gently and kept my mouth shut about what had actually happened. I could tell she didn't want him to know, and I won't break her trust like that. "Oh well then... Good job Harry." Louis mumbled sourly and it hurt that my best friend was treating me so rudely. "Why don't you all go and get some rest? I think it'd be best after such an incident." An officer advised. We all nodded and headed off to bed. I hurried ahead and went into Louis's and my room.

I removed my coat and I laid my shoes on the floor. I undid my button up shirt and looked into the mirror. Why did I have to look like... Me? Why couldn't I be handsome and dashing like Louis and the boys? The very words I teach to young girls, that they're beautiful, weren't the words I even believed in myself. It felt like everyone was charming and beautiful but me. I sigh when suddenly the door opened. Louis and Brooke came in.

I turned around confused. "Brooke-" "She's sleeping with me tonight, Harold." I glared at Louis for calling me that when the words sink in. "No, she is not." I say and grab Brooke's arm protectively. "It's okay Harry. I'm just gonna lay beside him..." She trailed off in a mumble and I frown. I turn her around to look at me and I stare into her eyes. She wanted to be with him? It made my heart sink.

She tugged her arm out of my grasp and simply laid down beside Louis. I close my eyes, trying to compose myself. I stride into the bathroom and change into nothing but my boxers. I walk out and lay in my bed. I hear Louis chuckling and I look to them. In agony, I watch as they giggle tickling each other. So happy together... I hated it. It makes me sick. Brooke finally bids Louis goodnight and turns on her side to sleep.

She looks at me for a second and mouths 'ill explain later' and she closes her eyes. What the heck...? Does that mean she doesn't like Louis? Louis's arms wrap around her and she stiffens. I sigh and turn on my side and tear up a bit. I hated this so so much. My silence was almost unbearable to deal with. I wanted to lash out at Louis. I wanted to hold her selfishly all to myself. I wanted to tell her how I feel but I just... Can't.

I close my eyes and cry silently for them not to hear. A few minutes later I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I snap my head around to see Brooke's smile. I furrow my eyebrows about to ask what she was doing but she looked over to Louis. He was snoring quietly, fast asleep. I look back to Brooke and gulp. What was she- my question was answered as she crawled onto my bed and pulled herself around to lay her head on my bare chest.

I stiffened at first but then melt at her touch. I slowly wrapped my arm around her nervously and she smiled looking up at me. "You're beautiful really, Harry." She whispered. I blushed, "Aren't I suppose to be handsome?" I mumble feeling my heart skip a beat. She shook her head, "Handsome isn't enough for you. But then again... There isn't a word to describe just how amazing or attractive you are." She said and closed her eyes. I shift a bit and she snuggles into my chest and I lay my forehead against hers and shut my eyes.

Why can't we stay like this forever?