The Forced Arrangement [Harry Styles]

15: His Words = Lies

Chapter 15:

Harry POV:

Eleanor followed Ashley out of the kitchen, which left Louis and I alone in the kitchen. When the girls where out of ear-shot, Louis turned to look at me with a huge grin on his face. I slowly turned my face to look at him, my face expression plain. He smirked and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"What?" I asked him, confused.

"Oh, you know what!" he started, sarcasm dripping from his voice, he was wearing a knowing smirk and I smile formed on my lips. "So!?"

I shrugged and bit my lip. "So?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Spill the gossip man, I feel like a girl!"

I chuckled. "You are a girl!"

He gasped, placing a hand on his heart, as though it had actually hurt him. "Just tell me!"

I chewed on my lip, thinking. "What do you wanna hear?"

I put on a dull look and rolled his eyes. "Did you two do it yesterday?"

I smiled.

"What did Harry do?" a voice asked from behind us. Both our heads turned towards the kitchen entrance and saw Niall, standing in the entrance. Looking lost and confused. His hair was messy, his eyes red and lips cracked. 

"Him and Ash, wink wink," Louis said, winking.

Niall's eyes widened. "Really!? I thought it was a forced arrangement though, no? Is sex part of the arrangement?"

He sat down next to Louis, opposite me, looking a bit eager.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "No, it's not. It sort of happened."

"Harry, Harry, my little boy, let me tell you" Louis said, blinking repeatedly and sniffed sarcastically. "She wasn't forced into it, right?"

I shook my head.

"Was she on drugs?" Niall asked.

I shook my head, my eyes wide in bewilderment. "The fuck?"

"Was she drunk?" Louis asked.

"No!"

"Has she been acting more softer towards you, Styles?" Niall asked, a knowing smirk plastered on his lips.

"Well, yeah, sort of."

"And the kiss at the ice rink, she left because she felt guilty and didn't want to hurt you," Louis continued, the puzzle pieces clicking in his brain, making one-plus-one.

"Which leaves us with one thing," Niall said, a smile playing on his lips.

I looked back and forth at them, confused. "What?"

"You seriously don't get it do you?" Niall asked, his brows furrowing. 

"No, I seriously don't!"

"It's quite obvious actually, even Zayn and I have noticed it a bit," he continued, looking at Louis. "Haz, she loves you."

Haz, she loves you.

Loves you.

You.

Ashley loves me.

"That's not even possible!" I said, wanting to laugh but I couldn't. "That's ridiculous!"

"Apparently not because it's starting to show, even by the way she treats you and that she doesn't want to hurt you," Niall continued talking, biting his lip.