Under Your Nose : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Jill POV : Part 23

After Louis leaves the room I walk over to Harry and smack him on the arm.  "Whose side are you on anyway?" I ask.

"What are you talking about?"

"You take him out to get him laid and then you tell him to kiss me.  Which is it?"

"You're no better.  I want you to be with him and you act like you don't want to but then you get mad at me for wanting to take him out.  And no one got laid tonight.  Calm down.  If you want him, go get him.  Don't blame me."  He smiles at me smugly because he knows he is right.

"What do you know?  You're drunk."  I had to have some kind of comeback.  I couldn't let the drunk guy talk common sense to me.  Maybe he is right.  What am I doing?  If I like him why not go for it?  Do I like him?

"I'm going to bed, you coming?"  I throw him the bottled water I had bought for him and he catches it.  "Thanks."

"No I think I'll stay out here for a bit." The truth is I am waiting for Louis.  I don't know what I'm going to do when he comes out but I know I want to see him before bed.

I hear the water turn off so I anticipate him coming out any minute now.  I don't even know what I am going to say. I have no plan.  Should I tell him I got super jealous tonight and I want him to change his number so Eleanor will stop calling?  Probably not.  He walks out with the towel wrapped around his waist and carrying his clothes in his hand.  This is not making things easier.  "Did you have a good time tonight?" I ask.

"I got to watch some football," he answers.  Not what I was expecting at all.  I seriously thought they were hitting on girls all night.

"I was going to go out but decided to stay home instead.  I live an exciting life."

"Next time you could come with me maybe...and we'll leave Harry home."  Did he just ask me out?  Like seriously ask me out?  I think he just asked me out.

"Or Harry could go out and we can stay here."  Did I just ask him in?  I think that's worse than asking him out.

"As long as we can hang out it doesn't matter where it is."

I am pretty sure there is a big goofy smile on my face right now.  "You got it," I say, "I guess I should head to bed before Harry takes over the whole bed."

"You don't have to sleep in there.  You could sleep in my bed and I will sleep on the couch."  For a second there I thought he was going to suggest sleeping with him.

"I wouldn't wish sleeping on that couch on my worst enemy.  It is not comfortable.  I don't mind sleeping with Harry.  I appreciate it though."

"Goodnight, Jill."

"Goodnight, Louis."  I walk into Harry's room and he walks into his.  I watch him close the door behind him.  Is it sad that part of me wishes he asked me to join him instead?