I sighed as we walked off the stage. That went...awful. Because of me everything went wrong, but the boys seemed cheery as usual.
"What's wrong with you your saddie?" asked Zayn happy. Didn't they noticed how bad I was?
"Uhm, nothing really. Just a bit tired." I answered and Harry watched him with an amused gaze. I almost forgot the last month and smiled at him but then Harry glared at me and I turned my gaze away.
"Yeah, it was pretty exhausting. But tonight was amazing you all did SO good and I'm really speeded right now!" Liam exclaimed and we laughed at him. Maybe I hadn't been as bad as I thought. I smiled, but then I saw Harry staring at me with hate shining through his eyes. It's like he could read my mind, always when I was happy he picked me down with just one look. I was sure the boys didn't notice, but Harry did and smiled.
The boys didn't know how Harry was treating me, they still thought that we were best friends. Because Harry wasn't mean to me under concerts, interviews, rehearsing or where ever other people could see or hear them. And I was kind of happy with that, this was something Harry and I would deal with.
"We should get going, we've got an interview later this weekend." Niall said with his thick Irish accent. I used to wish I had a accent like that, sure I talked British but that wasn't special in England. I liked to be special. But that was before everything turned downhills. Now I wished I could get invisible instead.
We sat down in the van and the driver drove to Niall, Zayn and Liam’s apartment and then after five minutes awkward silence was even Harry and I home.
I turned my steps towards my room when I got inside but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I sighed and turned around to face Harry.
"Why in such a hurry?" Harry asked with a smirk.
"Like I said before. I'm tired." I said and turned away again.
"Hey! Who said I was finished with you?"
"Okay, what do you want?" I asked with my back facing Harry.
"First off, turn around." I slowly turned around...again. "Now sleep well, dickhead."
I just stood there shocked while Harry went upstairs to his room. Had he just told me to sleep well? Okay he called me a 'Dickhead' but he told me to sleep well! Maybe this would lead to something good.
I walked up to my room and stripped down to my boxers and laid down in my comfy bed. My body started to relax and I dreamed about Harry and I, how we was before all the mean words and awkward silence and glares. I heard someone whisper in my ear while I was half asleep.
"I love you."
