We're Alright

Harry POV

I threw my phone across the room in frustration. She was the most frustrating human being I had ever met. Why I bothered with her I wasn’t sure. She was so stubborn, and sometimes just down right stupid. Her ignorance was sometimes unreal. People accused me of living in a bubble; she was the one who lived in a damn bubble.

It was still early, and I wasn’t really expecting a reply any time soon. The previous night I’d left her hundreds of messages apologising, but after talking to Louis he made me realise that I’d not actually done anything wrong. He’d tried placing all the blame on her but I knew she was stressed. She was worried about her sister and running on next to no sleep. I understood, but at the same time I hadn’t done anything wrong other than care for her.

“Stop staring at your fucking phone.” the voice grumbled from the bunk across from mine.

“I’m not.” I muttered in response.

“Yes, you are.” he sighed, defeated. “Are you ever going to admit you have feelings for her?” It was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it, and it made my heart jump a little that he’d even said it.

“I don’t.” I replied a little too quickly for his liking.

He rolled over, facing me now. “If we’re having this conversation you’re going to go and make me a cup of tea.” he growled pulling himself from his bed, his shaggy hair pointing in every direction imaginable. “You know it’s no wonder people think we’re gay with the way you look at me sometimes.” He huffed as he marched towards the front of the bus. I rolled my eyes; Louis definitely wasn’t a morning person.

I pulled myself from my bunk, pulling on my bunny slippers my sister had given to me as a joke present. They were warm though and I wasn’t complaining. I made my way down the steps, boiling the kettle for Louis. Truth be told I didn’t want to have this conversation, it wasn’t something I was sure about and talking to Louis about it would probably only confuse me more, but he was a persistent little fucker. He was angry at her, I knew that, and although I didn’t want him to be mad at her I was also kind of glad to know he had my back.

“She apologised yet?” he grunted as he took a seat. I rolled my eyes, how someone could hate mornings so much I wasn’t sure. I clanked his mug on the table, spilling it slightly. I couldn’t help but smirk a little. “You did that on purpose, arsehole.”

“Smile would you?” I teased. The others were still in bed. We were all exhausted; this tour was taking a lot out of us. Most of us had barely been home since we went on X-Factor. In fact Louis had only been back to his parents’ house three times. It was hard on all of us.

“I don’t get how you’re so chirpy. You never fucking sleep.” He grumbled into his tea. He was right though, I couldn’t sleep when the bus was moving. It wasn’t so bad when we were in England, but when we were in America it got pretty bad. Sometimes we’d be traveling for days and I’d only managed ten minute naps every here and there. Then I wasn’t a morning person at all. “Has she replied?” he asked, noticing me staring at my phone.

“Nope.” I said, popping the p. I knew what she was like though. She’d still be asleep till midday at least. Her and Louis would get on brilliantly as flatmates. “You know Amelia isn’t a bad person.”

“I never said she was mate. I like her, she’s just being selfish.” he commented, which I found slightly ironic considering the reason we were arguing is because she wanted to go to Ghana and do charity work for a year. “She’s selfish when it comes to you anyway. She like lives in this little bubble. I guess it’s better than her using you, but still, she needs to get her head out her arse.” he shrugged. “You clearly worship her though.” It was the first I’d seen him crack a smile today.

“I do not worship her. She’s just…she was there for me through all the shit I went through with my parents. She means a lot to me. I don’t want to upset her.” I admitted.

“You grovelled.” he had a point there. I never grovel.

“Shut up.” I griped. I felt the bus pull to a stop. We’d started driving early this morning, they wanted us to get to the venue early and meet fans. It was why I’d woken up.

“Just answer me this, do you have feelings for her?” he asked as he munched on a cereal bar…where had that even come from?

I hesitated, thinking, did I? “I don’t think so…I used to. When we were kids. We’ve both changed so much.” I tugged at my curls, this was stressful. What if I did have feelings for her? Or worse what if I didn’t have feelings for her, but thought I did and told her and ruined whatever friendship we have. Though, right now we didn’t have much of a friendship.

“Oh God, Harry stop over thinking it. You have that look on your face. She’s a nice girl, but until she stops treating you the way she does then nothing is going to happen between you.” he rolled his eyes. “You let her walk all over you, and I’m telling you now that isn’t what she wants from a guy.” How would he know? “She told me.” he replied. Had I said that out loud? I mentally punched myself. I had a habit of doing that and it was something that used to get me in trouble a lot.

“I’m going back to bed.” I mumbled as I heard Liam making his way down stairs. It was bad enough Louis thought I had feelings for her. If I mentioned it to Liam he’d analyse everything I’d said about her and tell me I should just marry her. Liam scared me sometimes. If anyone were to leave the band it would be him. It was almost like he saw the band as a way to pass time until he found someone to marry. Then he’d leave and go and start a family and I wasn’t sure how long we’d last after that.

I crawled back into my bunk, trying desperately to fall back asleep and by some miracle I managed. When I woke up it was nearly three pm and I was somewhat shocked. I was shook from my dazed state when I realised the reason I’d woken up was because my phone was ringing violently on the pillow next to my head.

“Hello?” I answered groggily, not checking the caller ID.

“I’m really fucking sorry! I was so out of order last night Harry, and I do this to you all the time. You try and help me, and all I do is throw it back in your face and I feel so fucking guilty. I don’t expect you to forgive me. If I were you I wouldn’t. Then again that’s why you’re you and I’m me. Ugh, all you did was try and protect me and I was a bitch! I had no right to do that Harry. I was talking to this old man and he made me realise how lucky I am to have you in my life, and I wish there was a way I could prove it to you because you’re my best friend, and I’m so sorry. You do all this stuff for me and you always have and I’ve always taken it for granted, like the amount of times you’ve stayed up with me while I’ve cried myself to sleep. What sixteen year old boy does that? You Harry, because you’re so good and so kind and you deserve better than me.” I jolted up, confused and still slightly dazed from my nap. She was talking so fast I almost couldn’t understand what the hell she was saying.

“Wait, slow down.” I grumbled, except she ignored me and continued to talk.

“You’re so good to me and I’m such a shitty person to you and it’s not fair. You’ve always been there for me and how do I repay you? By not speaking to you for years and then showing up out of nowhere and treating you like crap AGAIN.” I sighed, I wanted to tell her she was wrong, that she had always been a good friend, but she hadn’t, but that wasn’t to say she was a bad friend either. She was better to me than a lot of people had been, and she’d never used me and never asked me for anything unlike a lot of our old friends. She had however been wrapped up in her own little world and ignored all the good things I’d done for her, and while I didn’t expect anything in return it would have been nice for her to appreciate it.

“Amelia! Slow down! What old man? It’s okay. I know you’re stressed and I appreciate that you’ve apologised, you don’t need to keep saying sorry!” I chuckled. She was so flustered and it was somewhat adorable. I couldn’t see her but I could imagine her cheeks all rosy as she paced the floor, repeatedly running her fingers through her long hair, getting them knotted, stressing her more. Even as a child she’d been the same way. “Why did you ignore me for three years?” I asked. I was curious. I’d tried calling and texting her for months after winning X-factor, but I almost never got a reply, and eventually I just stopped getting replies full-stop.

“I was sitting on this bench next to this old man at the hospital. He was visiting his wife, and we got to talking and I told him about last night and he was just reminding me how lucky I am to have someone like you in my life, and it made me realise that I could lose you at any point and I don’t want that. I want you in my life. I need you in my life.” she finally stopped to take a breath. “I didn’t phone you because I didn’t want you to think I was using you. I mean we weren’t really all that close at this point and I just think you’d actually want anything to do with me. I mean you were going to be a world famous super star, and I was just me. I didn’t think you’d think twice about it.” she mumbled as I felt my heart drop. She thought I wouldn’t care about her?

“You were always my best friend you numpty. When you never showed up to any of the shows it hurt me a lot. I thought I’d done something to upset you, I mean I always teased you, but when you didn’t show up, especially for the final I thought I’d done something to upset you!” I frowned. I’d just expected her to be there, and she wasn’t. I didn’t know why I expected her to be there, or why it hurt so much when she didn’t show up, like she said, we weren’t exactly best friends, but I’d expected her to be there.

“Harry, I went to every show…” she seemed confused, but definitely not as confused as I was. I was about to ask her what she meant but it was almost as if she read my mind. “I went to the shows, I just waited in the car afterwards when your mum and sister went to see you. I didn’t think you’d want me there, and I didn’t want to intrude on your family time.” I could almost hear her looking down at her lap, fidgeting with her hands.

“You are possibly the most frustrating human being I have ever met, and I have met a lot of frustrating people.” I groaned, running my fingers through my hair. I was about to say something else when I noticed Louis stood at the top of the stairs. He was looking at me questioningly, his eyebrows arched. I just shook my head, motioning for him to go back downstairs. He ignored me like I knew he would.

“I thought you knew!” she protested. “I figured Anne would have told you, but I guess she thought I didn’t want you to know I was there.” she breathed.

“Well you’re both idiots!” I groaned. I’d spent the past two and a half years worried I’d done something to upset her.

“Sorry. I didn’t realise it even mattered to you. I’m really sorry Harry, for everything. Not just last night, but all the times I’ve treated you badly, and there has been a lot.” I could hear the sincerity in her voice. Amelia wasn’t one for pointless apologies that didn’t mean anything. She never had been.

“It’s fine. I know you’ll make it up to me.” I smirked. “Anyway how’s Tabby?” I asked, changing the topic.

“She’s fine, thank you for asking. Hey, is Louis there?” she seemed hesitant to ask.

“Oi, faggot she actually wants to talk to you.” I rolled my eyes, he still hadn’t moved, but when I said that his eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

“AMELIA!” he shouted down the phone, having clearly forgiven her for last night. Louis wasn’t the type to forgive easily, he held grudges for long periods of time. SO much so there was a time when we thought we were going to have to choose between him and Liam because they fought so much. It’s a decision I’m just thankful never had to be made.

I could hear Louis muttering down the phone but I had no idea what he was saying. Although I was sure I heard the word zoo…I didn’t want to panic, but Amelia and Louis were the last people I wanted getting together to plan something.

Without warning Louis shoved the phone back in my hand and ran downstairs without explanation. “Hello?”

“Hey, I have to go! My mum’s here and Tabby’s woken up, but I’ll see you soon. Thank you for forgiving me and giving me another chance.” I could hear the relief in her voice and I couldn’t help but smile, because it meant my opinion meant something to her.

“See you soon Melia! Give Tabby my love.” And with that she was gone, and it was almost like last night never happened…almost.

I made my way downstairs. It was time to get ready for the busy day ahead, and I didn’t have time to think about it anymore. It’d have to wait for another time. As would my questioning of Louis, because I sure as hell didn’t trust that kid. .

Notes

Okay, I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter out. especially as it is so bad, but wiritng Harry's POV was hard...sorry. HOWEVER I am nearly done with the next update and I have a plan made now so I should be updating a LOT quicker.

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Also I have a tag on my tumblr that's dedicated to things that remind me of this so here it is http://ifallinlovewitheveryoneiknow.tumblr.com/tagged/we're-alright