All the way home, Louis had his arm around me.
All the way home, Harry would look at me and turn away, with a depressed look on his face.
All the way home, I thought about how Harry looked so depressed.
When we finally got home, I kissed Louis goodnight, and headed to my room. I locked the door and went into the bathroom linked to my bedroom. I closed and locked that door, as well, and quickly undressed. I looked at myself in the mirror, as the water warmed up.
As I stared at my reflection, I thought, "Why would Louis want me? I'm just a average, ordinary girl." I looked at my light brown hair, and swiped my side bangs out of my face. I rubbed my clear, caramel-colored eyes. Liam said they sometimes looked like they sparkled. I never see it though.
I then looked at my arm, where a small white scar was. That was when I cut myself. I did it once, and I swore I would never do it again. Ever.
I sighed, and then bathed. I dressed in purple Spiderman pj's. I may not be obsessed with Batman, but I definitely like Spiderman.
I got out of the bathroom, and unlocked my bedroom door. I went down the stairs to get a drink, and all the boys were fast asleep except Harry, who was looking outside the window depressingly.
He then turned, noticing me enter the room. He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and instead said a quiet "Hey."
"Hey, Haz." I said. Then I headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge and got a soda. I wasn't watching were I was going, and ran smack dab into Harry. Oops. Luckily, Harry had quick reflexes, and grabbed my arms and steadied me before I could fall, or worse, spill my soda on him.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I said, laughing lightly.
"It's okay." he said.
"Harry?" I began.
"Yeah?" he responded, looking up at me.
"Are you okay? You've seemed depressed lately." I said.
"I- It's nothing." he said.
"No, tell me." I insisted.
"Well, I've had something on my mind every since I first saw you." Harry said.
My eyes widened for a second, but I resumed my calm demeanor.
"What's that, Haz?" I asked.
Without hesitation, he answered. But not with words.
With his actions.
He leaned forward and kissed me.
And for some reason, I kissed back.
As he broke away, my mouth hung open.
"I like you, Keili. A lot. That's why I was so depressed when you and Louis got together. If I had found you in hide and seek before him, we might have been together right now. I only wanted to know if you like me back." Harry said, his face serious, his bright green eyes staring at me.
"Yeah, I like you, Harry. But I can't do that to Louis. I love him. I'm sorry." I said.
He nodded. "But I'll wait for you, Keili. I'll be waiting. I'll be here until you change your mind."