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“But thanks that you took me,” Harry ends his story. “You’re welcome,” I murmur. I try to focus on the road to, you know, not kill some innocent tree or something. “So, how was your night?” “Fine.” “Fine? I give you every detail and all I get from you is one syllable?” “Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I had fun, but I don’t think it’s going to work our between us…” “Why not? You obviously like her. I haven’t seen you smile like you did yesterday since you and Sophia broke up.” I flinch. I don’t like to be reminded of that. I broke up with Sophia a few months ago, because I felt horrible lying to her. I hated myself for it, but mostly Conrad, because he made me lie to everybody. “You don’t understand it Harry. She is sweet, funny and gorgeous, but I don’t think it would work out.” Harry laughs. “You won’t know unless you try.” I shake my head. “I’m not going to do that.” “Listen Liam. Nothing is certain in life. And now you’re telling me you’re waiting until you’re certain it will work out. You can never know.” I bite my lip. Harry is right, but no way I am going to admit it. “I would give it a shot, if I’d felt a spark or something, but it wasn’t there.” And, well, if I didn’t have to kill her between now and four months. “Drop it, okay?” Harry nods, but the smile on his face betrays that he won’t do what I asked him.

“Hey,” Louis calls when we get to Harry’s apartment. “Why are you still here?” I ask. “I was bored.” “Seems legit.” I fall on the couch. “Tired? Had a busy night?” I give him a deadly glare. “I take that as a yes.” “He is an idiot, because he claims he doesn’t like Alysha. But believe me, he does.” I sigh exasperated. There is no talking sense into those two. I grab my jacket. “Where are you going?” Louis asks. “As far away as possible from you two idiots.” I keep my voice light. “I’ll see you Monday.” I slowly ride home. I keep telling myself that I can do this and that I have to do this and that she is no different than the others.

I stare at the ceiling. I want to see Alysha again. I smile when I think about last night. When we were at her place, it was easy for me to pretend that nothing was wrong. I played with my phone. I know I shouldn’t do this, but I don’t care. My life is already pretty messed up, so why not make it worse. If that is possible.

<< Hey
>> Hey, miss me already? xp
<< How’d you know? xp
>> I’m psyc
<< Of course you are
<< Wanna hang out tomorrow?
>> Sounds good
<< I’ll pick you up
>> See you tomorrow ;)

I smile and feel like an idiot. I am so doomed.

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