Under Your Nose : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Jill POV : Part 5

Why is Harry messing with me?  He knows I'm grumpy when my sleep is messed with.  I try to punch him in the balls but I get him in the stomach instead.  Good enough.  He got the message.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Comes from the love seat.  He speaks!

"Good morning, Louis." I try to say in a cheery voice but it comes out as more of a mumble than anything.  It was worth a shot.  I get up and go into the kitchen to grab some food and come back in and sit down next to Harry.  "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," he says with a nod.

There is an awkward silence in the room.  All you can hear is chewing, cutting, and drinking.  I keep finding myself looking over at Louis across the room.  Harry wants  so badly for me to go out with him.  There has to be a reason.  He doesn't really seem that thrilled that I'm here.  I know he's hurting from his break up.  I understand where he's coming from.  He catches me looking at him and I smile, he smiles back.

I want to start a conversation but I have no idea what to say.  I'm not actually in the mood to talk.  Someone has to say something, though, it's too quiet. Louis finishes his breakfast and walks to his room and closes the door.  "I feel like he doesn't like me," I say in a low voice to Harry.

"He's just depressed.  You know how it is." Of course I know how it is.  I'm depressed too.  "He doesn't feel comfortable with you on the couch, though.  He says you should sleep with me."

"Oh sure he did, H," I say sarcastically.  "That just proves he doesn't like me.  Maybe I'll just go back home to Buffalo."

He puts his hand on mine.  "Please stay.  He'll come around.  You'll see.  You and him are perfect for each other."  He keeps saying that but I don't even want to hear it.  The last time I thought I was perfect with someone I wound up getting my heart ripped out of my chest and stomped on.  I don't even want to think about love anymore.

"I can't handle a relationship right now, H, please just give it a rest."

"Ok I'll drop it for now.  But you'll still have to sleep with me.  He really is uncomfortable."  It figures.

I roll my eyes.  "Fine I'll sleep in your bed.  The couch is uncomfortable anyway.  I have a feeling that was your plan all along." He just smiles that smile he does when you know he is having mischievous thoughts.  "Naughty boy."

Harry and I have this weird friendship.  We aren't attracted to each other or anything like that, like we would never hook up, but we flirt all the time.  In the end he is there for me and I am there for him.  That's why it's so weird to me that he is trying so hard to hook me up with Louis.  It doesn't seem like either of us are interested in being set up.  I'll say one thing, ever since they came home I haven't thought of Henry once.