Jill POV : Part 11

102 4 2
                                    

It's obvious Harry doesn't share the bed very often.  He has left no room for me what so ever.  I had to push him over just to fit onto the bed and now he's stretched out all over.  I keep pushing his arm off of me but it some how winds back on some part of me.  I am minutes away from sleeping on the floor.  I finally find a comfortable position and fall asleep shortly after.

I am woken up by some kind of noise in the room.  I first wonder if its just in my imagination but apparently Harry heard it too because he turned on a light.  Louis is standing in the doorway looking like a lost puppy dog.  Really?  What could he possibly want to talk about at 3am?  I had just found a position to fall asleep in.  I bet I'll never fall asleep now.

"I just saw how uncomfortable you were and wanted to say that she doesn't have to sleep in here.   And also goodnight."  I think it's a little too late for him to be feeling bad about making a big deal about where I sleep.

"That's ok I don't mind sleeping here."  I don't want him to think that al of a sudden he has a say where I can or can't sleep...even though sleeping next to Harry might be the death of me.  I am not moving from this bed. It's the principle.

Harry finally kicks him out of the room and he turns off the light.  "That was weird," I say as I try to get back into the position I was in before rudely woken up.

"Maybe he is jealous that I get to sleep next to you."

"Give it a rest, Harry, it's not happening."  I don't hear a response from him so I assume he's fallen back asleep already.  I close my eyes but I am not as lucky.  I am wide awake now thanks to Louis.  I decide to go into the kitchen and make some tea.  Maybe that will help.

 I walk out into the hallway and slowly creep to the kitchen. I don't want anyone to hear that I am awake.  I put a mug with water in the microwave and wait for it to get hot.  The microwave beeps and I take the mug out and drop a tea bag into it.  "Can't sleep?" I hear from behind me.  It startles me so I flinch and let out a tiny scream.  I turn around to see Louis standing on the other side of the island.

"You scared me," I whisper so I don't wake up Harry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."  I don't respond.  I have nothing to say to him.  I turn back around and grab my mug off the counter and walk into the living room to drink it on the couch.  At first he stays in the kitchen but after a few awkward seconds he follows me into the living room and sits on the chair opposite the couch.  "I can't sleep either.  I texted my ex and that didn't go well."

Why is he telling me this?  "Sorry to hear that."  There is some more silence.  I am staring into my tea and he is picking at a pillow that he has placed on his lap, neither of us wanting to make eye contact.  "It must be hard."  I pause.  I really don't want to talk about this stuff, not with him.  He looks up, waiting for me to say something else.  "I mean, you guys didn't end on bad terms or anything.  It's not like she cheated on you."

"Yeah I guess," he says then looks back down at that pillow.  I hope he wasn't trying to get some kind of advice out of me.  I have none to give.  I am just as broken as he is.  "There is always the hope that we could work it out."

I take a few sips of my tea and sink down into the couch to get more comfortable.  "You need closure.  Make her come here and get her shit.  Say your final goodbyes.  She broke up with you while you were over there and then left all her crap here.  That's not fair to you."

He stands up and slams the pillow down on the couch.  "You have no idea what you're talking about.  This is just as hard on her than it is on me.  Don't judge her just because your relationship fell apart."

He starts to leave the room and I want to call him some kind of hurtful name but when I open my mouth nothing comes out.  He closes his bedroom door hard and tears begin to fall from my eyes.  I finish my tea and walk back into Harry's room.  I get into bed and wind up crying myself to sleep.

Under Your Nose : A One Direction Fan FictionWhere stories live. Discover now