Surrender

Saturday, September 29, 2013

10:25am

I'm standing at my window impatiently waiting when Harry finally pulls up into the driveway, in a black Range Rover instead of his normal motorcycle. I walk out my front door and lock it behind me, then turn toward the car and freeze. He's not alone. The passenger door opens and a guy steps out. When he turns around, I'm positive my facial expression is stuck between an OMG and a WTF. I'm learning. Louis is holding the passenger door open with a huge grin on his face.

"Hope you don't mind a third wheel today. My second best friend in the whole wide world invited me to come." I reach the passenger door, confused as hell. Louis waits until I climb inside, then he opens the back door and climbs into the back seat. I lean forward and tilt my head toward Harry who's laughing like he just revealed the punch line to a really funny joke. A joke I'm not a part of.

"Would one of you like to explain what the hell is going on?" I say. Harry grabs my hand and pulls it to his mouth, giving my knuckles a kiss. "I'll let Louis explain. He talks faster, anyway."
I spin around in my seat as Harry begins backing out of the driveway. I arch an eyebrow at Louis. He shoots me a clear look of guilt.

"I've sort of had a double alliance going on for about two weeks now," he says sheepishly. I shake my head, attempting to wrap this confession around my mind. I glance back and forth between them.

"Two weeks? You guys have been talking for two weeks? Without me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was sworn to secrecy," Louis says.

"But..."

"Turn around and put your seatbelt on," Harry says to me. I glare at him.

"In a minute. I'm trying to figure out why you made up with Louis two weeks ago, but it took you until today to make up with me." He glances at me, then looks back at the road in front of him.

"Louis deserved an apology. I acted like an asshole that day."

"And I didn't deserve one?"

He looks at me dead on this time. "No," he says firmly, turning his gaze back to the road. "You don't deserve words, Blair. You deserve actions." I stare at him, wondering how long he stayed up at night forming that perfect sentence. He glances back at me and lets go of my hand, then tickles the top of my thigh.

"Quit being so serious. Your boyfriend and your very best friend in the whole wide world are taking you to a flea market." I laugh and slap his hand away.

"How can I feel happy when my alliance has been infiltrated? You two have a hell of a lot of kissing up to do today." Louis rests his chin on the top of my headrest and looks down at me.

"I think I've been the one that suffered the most out of this ordeal. Your boyfriend has ruined my last two Friday nights in a row, moping and whining about how much he wants you but how he doesn't want to let you down and blah, blah, blah. It's been rough not complaining to you about him at lunch every day." Harry darts his head back toward Louis.

"Well, now you two can complain about me all you want. Life is back to how it should be." He slides his fingers through mine and squeezes my hand. My skin tingles and I'm not sure if it's from his touch or his words.

"I still think I deserve an ass kissing today," I say to both of them. "I want you to buy me whatever I want at the flea market. I don't care how much it costs or how big and heavy it is."

"Damn straight," Louis says. I groan.

"Oh, God, Harry's already rubbing off on you." Louis laughs and reaches over the seat to grab my hands, then pulls me toward him.