“Hey Haylee” Harry said as he stepped into the fluorescent light of the kitchen. “Hi” I replied, a little intimidated from the series of looks he gave me during the night.

I hopped off the counter and put my glass in the sink. “What are you doing up so late, love?” The way he said ‘love’ sent tingles through my body.

“I was just talking with Liam” Or almost having sex.

When he heard Liam’s name his top lip curled with anger. “Why do you do that?!” I asked, letting confusion and anger creep into my voice. “Whenever you see or hear about Liam and me, you get…”

Oh no

“… get jealous” I finished with a sudden weakness.

“It’s because I am. I like you, Haylee. You are such an adorable person, and any guy would be lucky to have you.”

“What?!” I blurted out, “You can’t be! I’m with Liam!” I tried to look away from him and his adamant gaze, but his liquid green eyes wouldn’t let me.
The Harry Styles liked me as well? He was so hot I had to admit, but I was Liam’s girlfriend. I couldn’t do this! I felt I was almost going to faint.

He bit his lower lip, searching my eyes for something; some spark. I resisted with all my strength. I had to, for Liam’s sake.

“I have to go” I mumbled, barely audible.

“Babe, I… I…” he stuttered, “I really like you and will never let anything hurt you, just so you know”.

I dragged myself back to Liam’s room, leaving Harry standing alone in the kitchen. As I climbed into bed, I heard his soft snores, and saw his eyes closed with his lips slightly parted. I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to deal with the problem at that moment.

I let sleep wash over me, but all night I was restless.