Skinny Love

"No.. I can't love her. I just can't." Harry mumbled.
Liam shook his head in disagreement. "No, Harry. You do love her. You love her with all your heart. You just don't notice it." he told him, walking towards the door. "You'll figure it out someday, mate. I know you will." Liam said before leaving the room.
Harry sat there, confused. "Do I love her?" he asked himself.
Alissa just moved in to the house right next door to Harry's and his mum's flat. When they meet, they instantly click. Harry introduces her to the boys and they love her. Maybe some of them love her a bit more than a friend. But we can't name any names. Let's just say one of them starts with a 'H'.
That's right. Harry starts to fall in love with her, but he just denise it every single time he thinks he has feelings for her. She keeps sending him mixed signals also. She kisses his cheek, but she also does that to Niall.
Could they actually like each other? Or are these two just confused about who they love?


3. Tell Me

Alissa's POV

Harry's face turned to me. "Please don't tell me your mad. I don't like it when you mad, Alissa." he muttered under his breathe which was increasing. I shook my head, softly biting my lip trying not to yell at him for not telling me. "I'm not." I lied. I don't like it when he's upset, so I had to lie. He's been upset a lot, so I don't want it to happen again. 

"I'm just going to talk to Lou." I said through my gritted teeth. He looked at me, concerned. Then he noticed how pissed I looked. I just ignored it and walked back to the living room. "Oh, hey Alissa. You alright?" Liam asked me. He's been there for me since we started being friends. Liam's just that kind of person I guess. "Not exactly. Louis, I need to talk to you." I said, tapping my foot. Louis stood up. "Wh-" he started. "Just come here!" I yelled, interrupting him. He ran into the room behind me as I sighed. 

I walked in the room and closed the door. "What do you want, Alissa?" Louis said with a scared look on his face. I groaned slightly but tried to calm down. "I just want you to tell me what you told Saige. Cause Harry looked pretty pissed off." I said, crossing my arms. Louis just stared at me, tilting his head slightly. "Harry got mad? Why? It was just a joke." he said. 

What joke? He's getting on my nerves. Why can't he just tell me? I mean, friends tell each other everything. So, I don't understand why these boys aren't telling me. Is it that bad?

"What's the joke?" I asked, sitting down on a chair that was behind me. Louis sat on a chair that sat right across from me. "I.. I can't tell you. Harry would get even more pissed off. And I hate it when he's mad. He can actually kick your ass. And I don't want my ass kicked!" he yelled, rubbing his bum. I laughed slightly but got serious again. "Fine. You don't have to tell me. I'll just wait till Harry does." I said, opening the door.

Niall fell right on the floor. "Niall! Were you listening to us?! Idiot." I said, stepping over him. I felt everyone staring at me when I walked back to the living room. Harry was back in the kitchen, sitting down on the little table that was in there. I ignored everyone and walked in there to talk to Harry. "You alright?" I asked, leaning up against the wall. He looked up at me. "Yeah. I guess." he mumbled into his arm. 

Harry's POV

As Alissa walked out to go talk to Louis, I walked out the room. I saw Alissa trying to get Louis' attention. "Just come here!" Alissa snapped. I jumped as she did. I've never heard her yell so loud. She must be pretty pissed off. Louis ran into the room behind her and Alissa followed. Niall jumped out of his seat and quickly put his ear to the door, listening to their conversation. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Louis' so scared." he mumbled to himself. I laughed slightly and started walking to the kitchen. "I.. I can't tell you. Harry would get even more pissed off." I heard Lou say. 

My feet stopped walking and I listened more. "And I hate it when he's mad. He can actually kick your ass. And I don't want my ass kicked!" Louis yelled. I laughed slightly. "Fine. You don't have to tell me. I'll just wait till Harry does." I heard Alissa's sweet voice say. I stopped laughing and my smile that was on my face disappeared. The door handle started moving, so I walked over to the kitchen. 

"Niall!" I heard Alissa yell. I laughed a bit but sat down at the tiny table in the kitchen. I heard her yelling a few more verses, but I couldn't hear exactly what she said. Then she walked in. "You alright?" she asked, leaning on the wall. I put my face into my arm as I look at her. "Yeah. I guess." I mumbled. She smiled slightly. It made me smile, since it seemed that she was happy again. 

"Will you ever tell me, Harry?" she asked me. I stood up and walked closer to her. She went away from the wall as I got closer to her. "Maybe." I said, walking back to the living room. I heard her groan and I laughed slightly, realizing that I might never tell her. I don't even know if that joke's true or not. So, why would I tell her something that might not be true? That's ridiculous. I can't tell her. 

Cause it's not true. 

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