Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

We had gotten off the bus and I went strait into my room. No questions, just walked into my room.

How would I do this? Why did I have to do this? What does Harry have against me? Huh?

I sigh. I'm going to have to do this eventually.

"You have to do this," I repeat to myself as I leave my room. "You have to do this, for them." I see when I fail to find the boys in the kitchen, that they are in their own rooms. That's an upside... Yep.

I knock on the door, that just simply says LOUIS with black sharpie on it. Louis comes out, not wearing a shirt. (A/n: 0.0!) his eyes widen as he motions to me to give him a second, and then closes the door again.

He comes back out, wearing a SUPERMAN! shirt.

"Uuh, come in?" It sounds more of a question than a statement, but I do what he... Says?

His room is painted with blues, reds and whites. I stand back and see his room is painted as a British flag.

"Nice room," I say awkwardly.

"Thanks," he says, falling down on a beanbag chair. He looks up at me expectantly. I sigh an sit down on his bed, which is very comfortable.

"I have to tell you something," I say and look down at my feet. You could cut the tension open with a knife, although that's just me.

"Yeah?"

"I kissed Niall," I say, looking anywhere but him. I can't stand to look into his eyes. The blue green ones that would make me feel even worse than right now.

"What?"

"Twice. On the same day I kissed you, Louis! I'm sorry, I don't know-"

"get out." I look up at him, anger written on the twelve-years old's face.

"What?"

"I said, get out," he points to the door. I nod and make my way to the door.

"I'm sorry, Louis," I say, turning around. He slams the door in my face, making me stagger back.

One down, one to go.

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