Falling Fast - L.S

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Harry spun round and stood up. He ran his hand self-consciously through his hair. "Hi," he said. "Have you seen Louis' bag?"

Taylor closed the door behind her.

My mouth fell open as she sashayed towards him.

I hadn't really clocked what she was wearing before. She was in a pair of those spiky heels she'd bought a feew weeks ago - her hips swinging in this short, flirty little dress. Her hair looked stunning. Her lips were all soft and pouty.

How was he going to resist her?

My stomach screwed up into a knot. Harry was staring at her. They were both sideways on to me. I could see Harry reading her face, looking bewildered. And Taylor, her eyes hard, slinking right up in front of him.

"What are you doing, Taylor?" Harry said uncertainly.

Taylor put her hand on his arm. She flicked back her hair. "I was looking for you," she said throatily. She glanced back at the door shut behind her. "I wanted to see you on your own."

I held my breath. Taylor way acting, I knew. But she was doing it far, far better than anything I'd seen her do on stage as Juliet. There was no way Harry wouldn't believe she was genuinely throwing herself at him. No way he could be unaware that all he had to do was lean forward and...

I clutched at the door frame that stood between us.

Harry frowned. "Why d'you want to see me? What's going on?"

Taylor sighed. She ran her hand up his arm, then rested her fingers round his neck. "Did you like kissing me?" she said softly. "In the play?"

I gripped on the door frame more tightly. My knuckles shone white in the light coming from the next room. If Harry had looked round, he would have seen my fingertips round the edge of the door. But he didn't look round.

He was only looking at Taylor.

"I thought you were Louis' friend," he said.

Taylor shrugged. "Louis won't know." She looked up at him slyly. Then she put her other hand round his waist. "No one will know."

I could see Harry blinking. His face all confused and wary.

It was going to happen in the next few seconds.

Either he would pull away. Or he would lean forwards and...

What the hell was I doing?

I burst through the door. "Hi," I said.

Harry jumped about a mile in the air. Taylor spun round.

"Louis?" She hissed.

"Get out," I said.

Taylor spread her hands in a gesture of absolute exasperation.

"I'm sorry," I said to her. "I shouldn't have... I'm sorry."

She rolled her eyes at me, then turned and walked out of the room without a word.

I stared down at the carpet. Harry was just half a metre in front of me I couldn't look at him. My whole face was burning with shame.

"Lou?" He put his hands on my arms. I stared down at the carpet. A corner of the desk stood to my right, a jumble of rucksacks beneath it. On my left was the bottom shelf of a bookcase.