I cant get my head straight. I love Harry. I love Liam. Who do I love more? Who loves me more? Who’s better for me? UGH. I feel like my brain is going to explode. I sat down in the middle of the kitchen floor, my legs crossed and my palms pressed into my temples.
And to make matters even better, in walks Harry. I glanced up at him and then shut my eyes. “What?” I asked flatly.
“Whats your problem love?” he asked, gently. He crouched down to my level and looked at me with concern. He folded his hands and furrowed his eyebrows.
I didn’t know how to respond. All I knew was that I was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him. So I did. I grabbed his face and pulled him close. I kissed him deeply and passionately, and he kissed me back the same way. His taste was so warm, so sweet. I missed this. I remembered his taste.
Well that’s a new one.
He pulled back and whispered “I love you.” I smirked, but we were then interrupted by a boy clearing his throat. We looked up at Louis.
“Oh. Well…” He mumbled and backed out of the room.
We chuckled. “Should we go back outside?” Harry asked.
“Probably.” I smiled.