I sat in the hall, my head between my legs. I felt woozy, and confused. I wasn't even sure what had happened earlier, so I sat there, pondering what it all meant.
Louis is jealous of Harry, Harry is jealous of Louis.
They both like me.
And worst of all , who did I like? Who do I love? I had told Louis that I loved him, but that was before I knew Harry had an interest in me. Harry was a handful but... he was so charming, and his hair, his voice.. everything about him.
My mind was spinning, a huge blur. I honestly didn't want to think about anything right now, so I tried clearing my mind. But everytime I did, Louis or Harry popped up, and I had to start all over again.
"You okay?" I heard an all too familiar voice say. "I'm breathing, so I guess I'm doing okay." I sighed, looking up. Greg was freshly showered, with wet hair and no shirt on. I couldn't help but let my eyes search his body.
I realized what I was doing, and mentally facepalmed.
You already have enough shit to deal with. I told myself.
"Like what you see?" Greg joked, raising an eyebrow. "Honestly? Yeah, I kinda do." I said back, looking at the ground. I could feel him walk over and slide down next to me, but I didn't look up.
"You look frazzled," He said, sliding his arm around me. I didn't resist. If I was honest, I needed someone to be there with me. Plus, I didn't have the energy to resist anyways.
He leaned down till he was next to my ear, and breathed "Whats wrong, sweatheart?" His breath tickled my ear and gave me goose bumps, but I just put my head between my knees again, shaking my head. "I don't understand why everyone seems to fancy me, I'm not special"
"But you are special, you're gorgeous and funny, honest, and just so... innocent. Half the time you don't even know whats going on. Like now, you don't even get why all the guys here are falling head over heels for you."
I pondered this for a moment, before coming face to face with him, "All the guys like me?" He nodded, taking a chance to scoot closer to me. "We all talk about how hot you are when you glide around on those sexy legs of yours," He laughed a husky laugh, before dying off a little bit.
I sat there, thinking, but I felt hot breath on my neck, and a trail of small kisses followed. I gasped, almost moaning, leaning my head back. He continued trailing kisses up and down my neck and collarbone. He made his way up to my chin, before going in for a kiss.
I pulled back at the last second, realizing it was Greg. Not Harry, I told myself.
Wait, was I really just fantasizing about Harry?
"What?" Greg asked, leaning in again. I stopped him, looking into his eyes.
"I've never had my first kiss. I'm not ready..." I started, still looking at him. "And not with you, Greg." I sighed, looking down again.
"Why not? Whats wrong with me?" He asked, his voice sounding angier with every word. "I thought you liked it!" He yelled, flared with anger.
"I did!" I admitted, "But its not right! I'm already in a shit hole with two other guys, I am NOT making it three!" I yelled back.
"What, Harry and that District 11? Harry is just playing you, we all know he just wants you for sex, thats what he did to Seleen. He made her think she was the most special girl in the world, fucked her, and now look where shes at!"
I froze, realizing it was true. He did ditch Seleen. But the sex part? "How do you know they did it?" I asked, still in shock. "He bragged about it to all of us. He's a real dick if you ask me." Greg sneered, laughing a bit.
Then suddenly I felt the anger rise in my chest. "Harry is NOT like that, and he's NOT a dick" I hissed, standing up. "Why don't you go ask him how he played that girl?" Greg asked just as angerily. "Maybe I will!" I snapped, going over to the elevator.
I pressed the down arrow button, and the doors immediately opened.
I strutted in and pressed 'Floor 1'.
