I glance at the clock next to my
bed. 2 am.
“Harry.” I whisper,
shaking him lightly.
“You should probably go back
to your room, so Louis doesn’t freak on
“What time is it?” He
mumbles, rolling over onto his back.
“Two in the
“Erg.” He groans, but
gets out of my bed. Harry kisses me lightly on the lips before
walking over to the adjoining door. I sit up in the bed, leaning
against the headboard.
“Harry?” I whisper loud
enough for him to hear.
“Yes?” Harry turns and
“What does this mean? For
us.” I look down at my hands in my lap.
Harry walks back over to me and sits
right by me on the bed. My eyes search for his face in the dark,
and faintly notice Harry biting his lip.
“I don’t want Louis
knowing….not yet. He needs to warm up to the fact that
you’re actually good for me.”
“I understand, Tally. But I
want to be with you, I want you to be mine.”
“So,” I sigh.
“Should we date…behind Lou’s back? But in
front of him we’d have to keep up our normal appearances,
acting like we normally would in any situation. Which means if a
cute girl flirts with you, you flirt back. And the same for me,
but with guys…But we can’t get mad, or jealous,
“No getting mad, or
jealous.” Harry repeats.
“Harry, what about if Lou
finds out before he’s ready?”
Harry takes my hand and squeezes it
tightly. “I’ll still stay with
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