Harry’s Point of View

I make it back to my apartment by midnight, but I am far from tired. Dropping Lia off had been the worst part of the day, but once I finally convinced her to come to the Jensen Brothers’ album release tomorrow in Central Park with me, I had something I could look forward to.

I knew for damn sure what I was doing with Lia was very dangerous, and I feel guilty about it every second of the day, but I can’t deny myself of her, at least not when she’s willing to hang out with me.

I’ve tried to convince myself it’ll continue as a platonic relationship, but who am I kidding? I’m currently laying on my bed, jeans pushed down just under my balls, eyes clenched shut picturing Lia in that leather jacket and my bandana, with my fist pumping my hard cock. And I get off the fastest ever to the image of her in my mind.

“Fuck,” I groan as I release into the towel I had handy, but I’m not quite sure whether I mean it in frustration due to my situation, or because imagining her lips around my cock as I get off is just too much.

Attempting to fall asleep later that night only gives me more time to evaluate the situation. Yes—I’m attracted to Lia. Very attracted. Always been attracted. I won’t deny that, but I also know that being attracted to her won’t get me anywhere. As far as I’m concerned, she’s Louis’s girl, and always will be. Despite all the shit that happened between Louis and I, I respect him as I would my own brother, and I don’t want to take advantage of his death by swooping in and snatching up Lia the first chance I get. If by some miracle Lia returns the feelings, I doubt she’d let anything come of it. I know she thinks of me as a brother, so I’ll just have to take what I can get and get my dose of Lia through a friendly, non-sexual relationship.

Wish me luck.

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“Caramel macchiato for the girl.”

“I’d probably make fun you right now for remembering my Starbucks order after all of these years, but that looks so good I just don’t even care.”

“Well drink up. Gotta have your energy for the day.”

I watch as Lia sweeps the mascara brush along her eyelashes on more time in the mirror before searching the hotel room for her jacket. She had texted me telling me to come up to her room seeing as she wasn’t quite ready yet, but now I’m beginning to think that was a bad idea. Especially when I spot the big bed…

“Are you ready?” I ask, eager to get away from all of the temptations.

“Yeah,” she says. She puts the strap of her purse over her shoulder and grabs the coffee cup and we head out.

“So when do you move into your new place?” I ask as we walk towards Central Park.

Thankfully the day has turned out with clear blue skies and warm weather. An outdoor concert for the band I manage would not be ideal in the rain.

“I can move in anytime after tomorrow, but I need to go back to London and figure everything out there.”

My heart begins to feel funny.

“How long will it be until you come back,” I find myself asking, desperately hoping it’s no longer than a week.

Lia shrugs. “I’m not sure. I haven’t packed up the house… I haven’t even told Johannah or the girls I’m leaving,” she sighs.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her close to my side. “They’ll understand.”

“I know, I just don’t want to leave them after… everything. They’ve become my family and I’ll just feel bad.”

“Do you want me to come with you? I could take some time off of work and help you get your stuff packed up,” I offer.

She seems to actually consider my offer, but ends up declining saying it’ll be better if she goes alone. I decide she doesn’t want to keep talking about it and switch the topic to the album release that we’re headed to.

“So the Jensen Brothers, the band I manage, they’re great. It’s three guys, and their amazing. I don’t think it’ll take long until they take off; they’ve got real talent,” I explain.

“Better than One Direction?” She grins, nudging her elbow into my side.

“Oh, let’s not get carried away now,” I laugh. I notice that my arm’s still around her shoulders.

“Well I can’t wait. It’s been awhile since I’ve gone out.”

My heart breaks with the knowledge of all she’s been through lately, and although I’ve lost a friend too, she was much closer to Louis. However, my heart heals at the thought of me being the one to help mend her own wounds. I want nothing more than to be there for her.

We spent the rest of the way walking in silence, but it was far from uncomfortable. I liked that with Lia, simply being together was enough. We didn’t have to work for our friendship—it was already there.

Once we reached the park, I took Lia’s hand in mine as soon as I saw the massive crowd. Although I always want to be holding her hand, I took it out of the sheer fact that I didn’t want to lose her among the people while we made our way to stage.

I brought her behind the setup so I could make sure the band was ready and introduce Lia to the guys.

I would later regret this decision. Regret even bringing her here.

“Hey guys, you’re on in twenty. Ready?” I asked once we finally made it. We’d been stopped at least ten times by people wanting pictures.

The boys turned and greeted me. We’d all become pretty close over the time they’d recorded in the studio, and now we had a good relationship. Vince, the drummer was a year older than me while Tucker and Marco, the singer and guitarist, where a few years my elder. Vince and Tucker, the actual Jensen brothers, had formed the band a few years back, but I had discovered them last year playing at a small bar in Manhattan.

I was still holding Lia’s hand as we got backstage, and found myself hating it when she was forced to break the contact as I introduced her to the guys.

“This is Dahlia,” I announced.

Each of the guys dropped what they were doing to come shake her hand and introduce themselves. Except Vince.

“Hey, I’m Vince,” he smiled before he hugged her. Too long. Once the fucker finally let go of my girl, he turned to me. “New girlfriend?” He asked me, making me look bad as if I bring girls around all the time.

“We’re just friends,” Lia cut in. Ouch. “We’ve known each other for ten years now.”

“Oh, cool,” Vince smiled. No smirked, I should say. I knew what that fucker was thinking, and I didn’t like it.

I took Lia’s hand again and decided we’ve had enough introductions. “Me and Lia are going to go grab a spot. Good luck out there.”

Lia waved to the boys as we left. I was in a foul mood until we sat ourselves in the reserved area and Lia thanked me for brining her. She hugged me long and hard, and I felt the jealousy disappear. The rest of the day seemed smooth-sailing.

We drank our beers and watched as the band began their show. the jealousy began to seep its way back into me as Lia intently watched the band and told me how good they were. I tried to convince myself she was complimenting me for discovering them.

“Is this the band you asked me to photograph?”

Fuck. It was been the band I had asked her to shoot. I mentally kicked myself for suggesting that. However, I knew I couldn’t lie. I knew Lia was excited, and I didn’t have the heart to let her down because of my ridiculous jealousy.

“Yeah,” I muttered. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, though. They can be a handful.”

“No, it’ll be fine. They seem nice.”



The rest of the day was considerably better. Two other bands from the label performed a few songs, and Lia and I stayed close to watch. It was almost like there was an electric charge between us, attracting us to each other. By the end of the last act, I was standing behind her with my arms slung around her middle, and her head was resting on my shoulder.

“What did you think?” I whispered. I was glad the section I had reserved for us was secluded on a hill, away from the boisterous crowd below.

“They’re all amazing. Thanks for bringing me, Harry.” She turned her head to look up at me and smiled. I lived for her smiles.

“Thanks for coming with.”

We stood there while the crowd emptied slowly from the park. Lia pointed out different people that were either wearing or doing weird things in the sea of people, making us both laugh.

Once the park’s maintenance crew came in and began to clean and fold up the chairs, we left. I couldn’t help myself from holding her hand and asking, “come to my place.”

All right, I didn’t really ask, but I knew she’d turn me down if she really didn’t want to go.

“Okay,” she nodded softly.



I was a little nervous by the time we were riding up to my penthouse in the lift, but I was also happy she had agreed. It was already ten at night by the time the concert had ended, but I still wanted to spend more time with Lia. I couldn’t help myself.

“I just have to make a few calls, make yourself at home,” I told her, helping her out of her jacket. “There’s food and wine or whatever you can find in the kitchen, and the living room’s over there.”

She nodded and headed toward the kitchen as I went into my bedroom. I felt bad for inviting her only to leave her on her own, but I had abandoned my job at the album release selfishly to spend my time with her, so now I needed to make some calls. I had a few people coming out to watch the Jensen Brother for different sponsors and endorsements, and I needed to get their thoughts on the show.

I’d been very unprofessional tonight, but I can’t say I regret it; every minute spent with Lia is a minute well worth.

By the time I made my calls and went back out to the living room, Lia was curled up on the couch with my afghan wrapped around her small body.

“Getting cozy?” I smiled, inviting myself to sit closely to her.

She held up one end of the blanket and I scooted my body even closer to share it. Lia rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. “I’m going back tomorrow.”

“To London?” I asked, hoping and praying she meant she’d stay the night with me and go back to her hotel tomorrow. But I knew that was too good to be true.

I felt her nod against my shoulder. “Daniel just called me; he booked me a flight for one tomorrow.”

I tensed. “Daniel?”

“Louis’s stepfather,” she stated.

I relaxed. Fuck, I needed to settle down. “Oh, right… Well how long do you think you’ll stay?”

I knew she had a lot to do, but that didn’t stop me from wishing she could just stay here. With me.

“I don’t know. I’ll keep you updated though.”

“Good,” I said. “I better get daily calls and texts with your progress,” I told her—only half kidding.

“Don’t you worry, by the time I’m back you’ll already be sick of me, and then you’ll regret ever finding out I was moving here.”

“Unlikely,” I laughed. “I could never get sick of you Lia, you’re my best friend.”


“Even after all of these years?” She challenged.

“Yep. Only because you make damn good cookies and you give the best back massages, though.”

“Oh my God, you remember that?” She giggled. “You boys used to force me to make you cookies whenever we could find on oven on tour, then you’d take turns getting back massages.”

“Fuck yes, I remember it! Louis hated it, but I swear we all thought you had magic hands,” I laughed at the memory.

“Once I get moved into my new place, I’ll make you a batch of my cookies.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you so you can get packed up quicker?” I joked.

“I’m hoping I won’t be there long. I mean, I told you earlier I felt bad about leaving Louis’s family, but being here… It’s better for me. I’m ready to start over,” she tells me seriously.

“Well liked I said, I’m here if you need my help. Just let me know.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

After that, we stayed close as I turned on a movie for us to watch. It felt good to have her in my arms, even if I knew it would never go any farther than touching. I found solace in this girl; a serenity I couldn’t find anywhere else. She gave me the peace I needed in my life, and I was lucky to call her my friend.

“I hate that we didn’t stay in touch after the band broke up,” Lia said softly into the crook of my neck just before dozing off.

“Me too,” I whispered, although I knew she was already sleeping. “More than you know, baby.”

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