It Really Is Complicated - A One Direction Fanfiction

Julie has finally found the right boy and is head over heels in love. But no matter how much she loves her boyfriend, their relationship gets pretty complicated. She cheats on him, with his best friend, because she can't help it. He has a drunken affair. In the band he's in, there's a guy who likes her. How much trouble could she go through? (14+)


4. It should be Harry, not Louis

The next day, I woke up to Harry stroking my hair. He kissed my forehead and told me he had to head to the studio to make some new lyrics for the upcoming album. We ate some breakfast and he left.


I stuck around his flat, not knowing what to do on this boring day. My phone rang and it was Louis. I smiled as I picked up, glad to hear his joyful voice.

-Hey, babe! Would you like coming round my place? I miss you so I called in sick at work! he said loudly

-I don’t know, Lou… I’m not in the mood. I’m just kidding, of course I’ll come! I responded kissing him through the phone.

-Hooray! Can’t wait to see you love!


I left Harry’s flat and headed towards Lou’s. As I arrived, he greeted me with a big snog. I knew what was going to happen. I wasn’t going to be a lazy morning but a wild one. We headed to his bedroom… and you figure out the rest.


He got out of the bed and went to the kitchen to put some frozen pizza in the oven. I sat on the counter beside him, as he grabbed my waist and whispered

-I’m in trouble if they find out I’m not sick…

I burst out laughing, as I thought he was going to say something cheesy and sexy.


That was what I loved about Louis. He was always spontaneous, didn’t take things seriously, and enjoyed every second. He didn’t even care about the fact that we were both betraying Harry. Anyway, when I was with him, I would totally forget about my boyfriend.


He inter-wined his fingers with mine, and noticed the emerald ring from Harry, that I didn’t take off. I didn’t want to; after all, I loved Harry as well.


-What is this? he asked, a little grin on his face

-Oh, Harry gave this to me the other day, I answered, leaning in to kiss him. He happily kissed me back but soon stopped as he didn’t get the answer he wanted.

-What for? he continued

I released myself from his hands, and headed to the oven, to get the pizza out.

-He wants ‘us’ to be forever. Look, I mumble, taking my ring off and showing him the engraving.


His eyes wandered at the ring and then back at me. His smile slightly disappears.

-I wish I could do that without being accused that I betrayed my best friend… he confesses, walking away.


I don’t know how to tell him, but he shouldn’t wish to do that. One day or another, Harry will hopefully ask me to marry him, and I will say ‘yes’, and this whole funny affair between me and Louis will stop. Of course, I’ll miss the laughs we have and the way he kisses me, but Harry was the first one that I loved and he will also be the last one, because no matter what the qualities Louis has that Harry doesn’t, my boyfriend is still the perfect man, and I would love to spend the rest of my life with him.


We ate lunch and I left. I was going to visit Harry at the studio, I knew he loved my visits, and every time I visited Louis, I would feel self-conscious so I needed Harry’s arms around me to remind me that he is the one I love and that he is the one I should be with, not Louis. On the way, I stopped at a Starbucks to grab some drinks for the boys.


I entered the building and took the elevator to the floor of their studio. Liam and Zayn were standing there and I hugged them tightly.


We all stepped into the studio where we found Niall and Harry in the booth. Harry smiled widely as he saw me and as soon as he finished his verse; he rushed out of the booth and hugged me. ‘Shit’ I said to myself ‘I smell like Louis’. Harry didn’t seem to notice and pursued to kiss my lips.


-I brought you starbucks boys! I said as they cheered like little kids. …A coffee for you, tea for you, and a Mango and Passion Fruit ice blend for you Haz.

-Thanks Julie! I really needed one. He pecked me and invited me to sit next to him. We talked and then he had to go back in the booth.


As I watched him sing, I saw with how much passion he did it. And when he had to sing high notes he was so hot!


We drove back to his flat where I spent the evening with him. We watched T.V. and cuddled endlessly.


At 11 p.m. I left and went to my campus. Harry called me at midnight to tell me he loves me and we spent the night talking on the phone and rambling on and on about how much we miss each other.



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