One shots! :)

Matt Watson-8

"I had a nice time tonight, Harrison," I say quietly as we pull into the parking lot.

"Yeah, me too." He lets out a short, awkward chuckle. "Listen...I actually need to talk to you about something." 

"Oh? What's wrong?" I grab his hand. He looks down, then back up at me. When I look at him, his eyes are filled with guilt.

"I don't know how to say this..."

"Harry, what is it?" 

"It's just that we've been together for so long, you know. High school was so many years ago." He pauses, eyes welling up with tears. "I feel like I don't love you anymore!" I look at him in disbelief. He sobs.

"W-what? You're kidding." I pull my hands out of his.

"But I still love you! Just not in the same way..." 

"I can't believe you!" I yell, shaking.

"Can't you see? You don't love me either!" Tears start to fall on both of our faces.

"Yes, I-" Harrison cuts me off.

"No, you don't. Have you not noticed how you look at Matt? You're in love with him and you can't even tell! Like the way you laugh around him? You aren't like that with me anymore." 

Silence.

"I'm sorry, really sorry." He mumbles his apology over and over, voice cracking.

"I know...you're right." I wipe my eyes and reach forward to hug him. We sit there for a minute, just holding on. 

"You go inside, I'll be staying somewhere else for the next few days." 

"Ok," I say, rubbing my eyes. "Bye." After opening the door to the apartment, I'm greeted by the boys sitting on the sofa watching tv. 

"Hey, you!" Jackson says, eyes never leaving the tv. Matt looks over, his smile dropping when he sees me. 

"What's wrong? Where's Harry?"

"We, uh, we broke up..." I say, quietly. I trudge over and curl up on the couch between them. They sit there, silent as I breakdown. Jackson puts his arm around my shoulders, patting my head.

"It'll be alright, you'll be alright." 

I lay my head on his lap, as my eyelids start to close. Matt stretches my legs out on the sofa, resting his hands on my ankles. 

When my eyes open, Matt is standing in front of my face.

"Oh, hey. Sorry," he whispers. "Do you want to go sleep on my bed? It's closer..."

"Yeah, that's fine." He pulls me up off the couch and helps me stumble to his room. I fall into the bed, which is definitely comfier than the used sofa. 

"I'll be in the living room-"

"Wait! Um, this is your bed so..."

"Well, I don't mind staying in the other room."

"Please, stay in here with me..." I plead.

"If you say so," he says, climbing under the covers next to me. I decide to make a move towards him, scooting over on the bed. I lay my head on his chest and sigh. 

"Oh," he mumbles. Matt puts his hand on my back and looks down at me. We've never been this close before. I look at his lips. Harry was right. I really do like Matt, and I never  noticed. I slowly move my hand up his neck, stopping right at his jawline. Fuck it. I lean up towards him and put my lips on his. Matt moves his hand to sit on mine, holding it to his face. After a few seconds, I pull away and sit up.

"Why'd you stop?" He says, frowning. I let out a small laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me this time. I can feel his heart beating a hundred miles an hour. 

"Ok..." I pull away. "I'm uh, kinda tired."

"O-of course," Matt lays down, pulling me with him. I lay down on his chest, listening to his heart and his short breaths until I fall asleep.