Secrets. ✍🏻

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Do you think Harry will forgive Liam? Is it something that can be forgiven?
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Harry POV

Ten days. Ten days passed since Liam promised to leave me alone and not once he came into my room at night. In fact, he didn't even tried to talk to me.

He keep walking around like a beaten puppy. At school, everybody was talking about Zayn and Liam fight the first couple of days. Everybody was talking shit about what could have happen between them but nobody was even close to the truth.

Zayn was sticking with Louis and I now, making the bullying calm down for us. Nobody wants to fight with Zayn.

He didn't try to kiss me again or talked about the kiss. I think he waits for me to make the first move... Which im not ready to do. 

Sure I like him but it wouldn't be fair to bring him into my problems more than he already is.

I told Louis and Zayn about what Liam told me, but they were totally indifferent. They told me it was all lies and that I was naïve to think he would ever change.

We were currently sitting in the corridor Zayn was by my side and I couldn't help my heart from skipping a beat everytime his arm brushed on mine.

Louis was playing on his phone, paying no attention to the jerks, including Liam, that was coming our way.

- Look Matt, the fairy is there.

Zayn looked up and glared at the guys. I knew he wanted to say something but they were five football players, it wouldn't have been a good idea.

- Tell me... Lewis, how is it to take it in the ass?

- Why? You wanna try?

Louis fired back, used to their stupid questions about his sexuality.

- What did you say Tomlinson?!

The guy lifted Louis with only one hand and pushed him against the locker.

- What did I told you last time ? Don't ever play smart mouth with me.

- True. Is it because your to dumb to answer anybody that is talking too smartly?

I mentally facepalmed myself knowing that Cole wouldn't let it go now that Louis talked back again. He lift his fist, ready to hit him when, to my surprise, Liam interfered.

- Come ok man, we will be late. Let him go.

He told his friend nonchanlantly, looking at Zayn and I from the corner of his eyes.

- Come on Cole. Leave him alone.

- So what now? Everybody is turning into faggots here?

Cole said before releasing his grip on Louis and leaving with the others, Liam trailing head low behind.

- What just happened?

Louis asked, as surprised as I was.

- He is probably doing this to get us think he changed. But he didn't. He never will.

Zayn said coldly beside me.

Liam POV

After the awful day I had with Zayn being cold and indifferent to me and my « friends » that decided to bash on my brother and his friends... I was exhausted.

I didn't even bothered taking a shower before going to bed. Luckily dad wasn't there today. He was out to the bar.

I couldn't deal with him on top of everything. After a while I drifted to sleep.

Deep blue eyes staring into mines. These eyes; they hated me so much.

I hate to see my brother so close to him. I hate it. Harry is so beautiful, so perfect.

Why would he look at me ?

He walks around the corridors, his head high, his middle finger up. Like it doesn't matter what they think of him.

The sharpness of his jawline. The softness of his tanned skin.

His ocean blue eyes.

The way he rubs his hands annoyingly together while his elbows are resting on his knees.

His tongue sliding on his pink lips.

The way his bum is sweeping right to left when he walks.

Harry smiling at him. Me ...getting jealous.

Shit.

What the fuck is wrong with me? No, no, no. I was not... I was definitely not dreaming about Tomlinson....

Ha! Fuck no.

No. No. No. No.

How... what?

It was strange it was like all suddenly getting into place in my head. The first time I saw him and how I immediately dispite him. The way I made Harry pay for it that night. My anger escalating everytime he was close to my brother. I wasn't jealous of Louis. I was jealous of Harry. I hated Harry for being so perfect. I hated him for being so openly close to Louis.

The night was dark. My father's car was still absent from the driveway. I stood up mechanically from my bed, walking down to corridor. I opened Harry's bedroom door without knocking.

I couldn't help but look at the picture of Louis and him on his nightstand. I didn't even realised that the tears were falling down my cheeks before I felt the salty droplets falling in my mouth. He was peacefully sleeping. I got closer to his bed sitting beside him, seeing for once in a long time, nothing more than my baby brother sleeping.

- I'm sorry. I know that I am a monster. Maybe one day I'll be able to explain my reasons, not that I expect you to forgive me but... I wish some day you will be able to look at me as you brother again....