Five Lovestories

I knocked on the door I had in front of me. Hard.
I was outside Harrys dormitory, and it was 6:12am. I had woken up a while ago, and remembered what had happened yesterday. And while sitting and regretting it and at the same time fangirling over it, I suddenly felt the urge to talk to Harry about it, immediately. So not caring what I was wearing, I marched through the hallways to finally get to Harrys door. And after two more knocks, someone opened. But that someone was not Harry. It was his roommate, Tim. Oh, no..
Tim was leaning against the doorframe, only wearing boxers.

"Hi babe." He yawned.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, right. You're Harrys babe, am I right?" He grinned.

My jaw dropped. What the actual.. No, I was not going to waste bad language on him.

"Once again, excuse me?" I said instead.

"Well, lets just say.. he took you out on a dinner, right? And then he came home really late, and when he came in, he had the biggest smile on his lips. So I have two theories, either way you two fucked under the dinner-table, or you gave him a little something something before he came in here."

My jawn dropped even further. What was he talking about?! He was not only rude, but he was stupid and innapropriate too.

"A little something something..?" I asked confused.

"You know.. a kiss?" He winked.

I was so screwed. Now he wasn't the only one with two theories. Either way, Harry had spoiled everything for him which I doubted, or Tim had been spying on us.

"I did.. I did not.." I stuttered.

I lowered my voice.

"We did not do it under the table, okay?"

"Well, then you must've.."

Tim finished the sentence with kiss-sound with his lips, and he left me with no other choice than making me pinch his nipple, just so he would shut up.

"Ouch!!" He hissed.

"You had it coming." I spitted.

"Just because you kissed Harry?"

"Did you spy on us?! Maybe you got tired of the Japanese porn, huh?"

Tim bursted out laughing.

"I'm not twelve, sweetie. So no, I did not spy on you. But.. if things were getting hot between you guys out in the hallway, I would totally.."

He was interrupted by someone dragging him backwards. And that someone was finally Harry. I was relieved, but at the same time nervous. I had no idea how things between us was right now. But I needed his voice, his opinion on the whole situation. Because after Harry had kissed me, I just walked in to my dormitory without saying a word, leaving Harry alone behind. So I honestly had no idea what he was feeling, or what he had to say.
I could see how Harry pushed Tim against the wall, questioning him what we had talked about. Tim looked scared. I remembered Harrys ADHD, and got a little scared myself.

"I was just playing with her, man.." I could hear Tim say.

Finally, Harry let go of his hard grip around him. Then he walked over to me, and closed the door behind. Harry wasn't wearing much himself, only black, tight pants. I wanted to scream at him, or at least seem mad, but I couldn't stop admring his tattooed torso. As if nothing had happened, as if he suddenly wasn't the angry Harry anymore, he smirked big when he saw me stare.

"Like what you see?" He whispered seductively.

"Okay, stop it.." I mumbled.

"Stop what?"

"Harry.. We need to talk." I said.

He sighed.

"I knew it.."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked confused.

"You always wanna talk about stuff.. Just stop talking, and.. live more. Or at least go with the flow, you know."

I stared at him with anger burning inside my eyes.

"We need to talk about this." I said with clenched teeth.

"Okay, fine.." He sighed.

I took a deep breath. I had been practicing all I had to say. But suddenly it was very hard to get the words out of me.

"The kiss.. it.. it.. it meant.. it meant nothing.." I stuttered, terrified to see Harrys face. "You know.. I just think that.. I simply think that we got caught by the moment.."

"Caught by the moment?" Harry interrupted.

"Yeah.. You know, earlier, we had been opening up to each other and got to know each other, and we talked about so many stuff, so many private stuff.. And then, you took me to a beautiful dinner and everything was perfect, and we had had a few glasses of wine and I just think.."

I took another deep breath.

"I think our subconscious got confused, we didn't know what we were doing and you were so sweet when you got me home and.. it was dark.. and.. we were about to say goodbye.. and there we suddenly were.. We just had a confused kiss that meant nothing.. That's how I feel."

I looked up at Harry. I was frustrated, because I couldn't read his face. He was showing nothing. Nothing at all.

"Please say something.." I said low.

Suddenly, he nodded slowly. Too slow. Painfully slow.

"Yeah, you're right. It meant nothing." He said.

My heart broke.
Though I was hoping that he would say those exact words he just had said, I still wasn't satisfied. Because I secretly wanted him to yell at me, yell that it meant everything to him. That I was wrong and that he loved me. But now it just seemed like he had given up. So when he spoke those words, my heart broke. Just the idea of him agreeing with me, agreeing on that it meant nothing, was the heartbreaking part. So I just quietly nodded while he continued.

"Just like you said, we got caught by the moment..The dinner and the opening-part.. And it was dark, and the goodbye.. You're absolutely right, it meant nothing but our subconscious getting the wrong idea of the actual situation."

I nodded, and tried to put on an agreeing face.

"Exactly." I smiled polite.

"Yeah, exactly.."

We awkwardly stared at each other for a while. Harrys eyes flickered over my body and up on my face, and his mouth slightly opened.

"No.." Harry suddenly breathed. "No, I can't do this.. I can't stand here and lie up in your face. I want you so bad, who am I fooling.."

That was the last thing spoken before he roughly grabbed my face and leaned down, and crashed his lips on mine. It wasn't just one kiss, or two, but it turned out to a whole make out-session. And once again, the feeling that yesterday had told me that everything felt so right, flowed over me again, so I pulled him closer to me. His tounge explored my whole mouth, and licked my lips, making me feel weak in my knees. He so knew how to kiss.
But something weird was happening inside me. A feeling that was taking over the other great feelings. As I was feeling pure joy and excitement, I was surprised when I felt tears in my eyes. I pulled away and looked at him.

"Harry.." I whispered with tears in my eyes. "What are we doing?"

"What? We're kissing..?" He said and stroke my cheek, trying to make me feel better.

But I knew that the feeling in my stomach wouldn't go away if I didn't say the painful words, out loud. But I knew at the same time that if I told him, it wouldn't just be a feeling anymore, it would be the truth.
Harry kept staring at me. I had to tell him, no matter what his reaction would be.

"It's.. it's not.." I stuttered. "It's not just you.."

"What?" Harry asked low.

"I like you but.. It's not just you.."

And when I had finally gotten the painful words out of me, I just knew. I knew that it was the truth. I was not only in love with Harry, but the other boys too.

"Man, this is totally the beginning of some crazy, ass drama.." Tim laughed behind us before closing the door.