Chapter 21 ~ What If I Like Him?
**Harry's POV**
"Wait, what?" I gaped, staring at Mike with wide eyes.
He shrugged his shoulders, still smiling. "Yeah. I mean, think about it, Harry."
And that was exactly what I did. I thought about everything that had happened between me and Louis and what his reactions to it all had been. There was our first kiss where he had kissed me longer than what he first intended to, according to Liam. Could that mean he liked it?
Then there was when he called my eyes gorgeous. What had that been all about? And his reaction when he had 'found out' Liam and I were in a relationship. He had been so upset. Not to mention all those times he had moaned my name when I tried to seduce him, and just the fact that he had kissed me again this Saturday.
Wow, there were so many situations that could be evidence. What if Louis actually did have feelings for me after all? But then again, why would he say that I was the one who had kissed him at my house when we both knew it was him? And why would he even humiliate me in front of all those people in the first place if he liked me?
"I guess there is some evidence that you could mean you are right, but why would he say that he never wanted to be friends with me in front of all those people if he has feelings for me?"
A wide smile formed on Mike's lips. "That's obvious too, mate. Louis was afraid that you were about to reject him when you walked up to him. That's why he turned the whole thing around and blamed it all on you in front of everyone."
I looked down at my lap again, biting my bottom lip. "Well, if that's the case, he has a strange way of showing his attraction for me."
Mike reached out to pat my shoulder encouragingly. "Yeah, but now you know the truth, and all you have to do now is to forgive him so you can live happily ever after," he winked.
I let out a snort. "Mike, first off, I am not going to forgive him that easily. He really hurt me and I don't know for sure that he didn't mean what he said. Second off, I don't even like him that way."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Seriously?"
I nodded my head, not daring to look at him. If I was being completely honest with myself, I didn't know anymore, though. I had called Louis good looking, sex on legs and beautiful, hadn't I? And honestly, who did that if they didn't like them? But for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to admit that I had feelings for him. Was it because he was a guy? Or because he had been my bully? I didn't know.
He noticed that I wasn't going to answer him any time soon, so he dropped the topic with a sigh. "Well, I'm gonna head to class. Are you coming with me?"
I finally looked up at him, shrugging my shoulders. "Yeah, I guess. I can't sit here for the rest of my life, even if it's really tempting right now," I said, biting my bottom lip.
Mike shook his head in amusement, opening my car door for me. "Come on, I'll help you," he winked.
"I don't need any help," I muttered as I slid out of the car, letting him close the door behind me.
We walked into the school and headed to the next class.
For the rest of the day, I did my best to avoid Louis, and there were two reasons why I didn't want to face him. One, because of what he had done to me earlier, and two, because of the fact that he might (most likely) have feelings for me.
Either way, it would have just been plain awkward.
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**Louis' POV**
"You know what? If you're being too much of a coward to tell everyone what really happened, I will let you be that. I don't care, and why should I? It seems like you never liked me anyway." With that said, Harry sprinted off, leaving me alone with the students that were still watching us.
My mouth hung open as I followed his figure until he was completely out of sight.
I couldn't believe I had just done that. Everything I did nowadays was the opposite of the right thing. First off, I had kissed Harry, then I had screwed things up with my mother, and now this?
I liked him so much, and yet here I was, telling him how he didn't mean anything to me. I was such an ass, not to mention a pussy. If only I'd had the guts to stay at his place when I kissed him that day and let him yell at me for practically attacking his lips, I might not be standing here right now, only getting myself in more trouble than I already was in.
"I think you made quite the mistake there, mate," a boy with brown, short hair and dark, brown eyes said, walking over to pat me on the shoulder.
I shrugged his hand off, muttering a quiet 'I know' before turning around to slam my locker shut, leaving the remaining students with confused looks on their faces.
The bell rang on my way to class, but I made no move to pick up my pace whatsoever. I didn't care if I was going to be late. All I cared about was Harry, and how I could possibly make him forgive me. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that he would probably never want to even be my friend again. I had most likely lost my chance with him forever.
Letting out a sigh, I forced my legs to move forward, even if they barely carried me anymore. I was just about to round a corner when I heard an all too familiar laugh coming from afar.
I came to an abrupt stop, my eyes widening slightly. No, I wasn't ready to face him yet. I knew he hated me now, and I wasn't sure if I could handle seeing the hatred in his eyes when he would see me. But, the bell had already rung and the only way to get to Civics was this way, so I couldn't do anything but to just keep walking forward.
I finally rounded the corner and was just about to look up when another laugh was heard in the hallway. My eyes snapped up in record time only to see Harry walking with some blonde, curly-haired lad. Thankfully, they were walking in the opposite direction, so they didn't see me walking behind them, but that didn't stop my heart from breaking.
Seeing someone I knew wasn't friends with Harry making him laugh after what I had just done to him broke my heart into a million pieces. Did this mean Harry didn't care about the fact that I had told him I never wanted to be his friend? It was a lie, but still, it didn't even affect him?
I tried to man up and stop the threatening tears from falling, even if all I really wanted was to break down and cry my eyes out.
However, I continued walking forward, keeping quite some distance between me and the two boys in front of me. My eyes were glistening with tears, but I forced them back, knowing I had to if I wanted to keep my image as a bad-boy.
Harry and the other guy stopped outside the classroom of Civics, facing each other. I couldn't make out what they were talking about, but I heard a few words like 'thank you', 'help' and 'appreciate'. It didn't help me at all, so I just watched their actions instead.
The guy made a move to hug Harry, but to my heart's relief, Harry didn't notice this and just turned around to walk into the classroom.
I started making my way over as well and was just about to pass by the blonde guy when he grabbed a hold of my arm. "Listen here, you asshole. If you ever hurt that boy again, I'll make sure you won't be able to see with your damn eyes for the next couple of weeks, you hear me?" He snapped in my ear.
I broke free from him, furrowing my eyebrows. "Who the hell are you, and who do you think you are, telling me what to do?" I snapped back, glaring at him.
His brown eyes darkened as he clenched his jaw together in anger. "Make sure you don't hurt him again, or else I'll fucking punch the shit out of you." With that said, he started walking away.
I raised an eyebrow. "Don't think I am scared of you, you shithead. You would only get disappointed," I yelled after him.
He let out a snicker, not even turning around to face me as he did so. I watched his figure disappear around the corner, making sure he was out of sight when I let out a deep breath.
Who was this guy, and how come I had never seen him before?
What he said didn't even get to me, though. I wasn't afraid of him, and I never would be. His threat didn't matter either because I was sure Harry would never talk to me again, and therefore, it would be quite hard to hurt him, at least with words. Honestly, I never wanted to hurt him again even if I got the chance to. I had already hurt him too many times, and I had made so many mistakes, but it was over now. I would never hurt him again, and that was a promise I was going to keep.
Finally walking into class, I sat down at an empty desk, ignoring everyone and everything. This went on throughout the rest of the day. I went to class, sat down either beside Zayn or at an empty desk, and ignored everyone while staring ahead of me or down at my books.
During lunch break, Liam, Niall, Zayn, Harry and I sat at the same table, considering we always ate together nowadays. The boys noticed that something was going on between me and Harry, but they didn't question it and thank god for that because I didn't want to know how it would have ended if they did.
Harry didn't glance at me once throughout the entire day, and I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't have wanted to look at him either if it was the other way around. What I had said... it was unforgivable, especially when he had no idea that I didn't mean a single word of it.
I did contemplate whether to tell him the truth or not, but I figured he wouldn't have let me explain anyway. He would have just walked off before I even had the chance to open my mouth, I was sure of it.
The last bell of the day eventually went off, and I didn't hesitate to get out of school as quickly as possible, not wanting anything but to go home. I was just about to start the engine of my car and leave when my eyes met a pair of the most beautiful green staring back at me without holding any emotion whatsoever. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. It was so intense, yet so emotionless, and I just wanted to break down because I knew why there wasn't a smile on his precious face like it always was nowadays when he looked at me. It was because of me and my stupid mouth.
I eventually broke my and Harry's eye contact, not being able to handle it anymore. I then started driving towards my home.
Not once that day did I stop thinking about the curly-haired boy I liked so much. Not even when my mind wandered to that guy with blonde curls.
I couldn't help but wonder who he was, though, and why Harry was hanging out with him.
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Heh, I re-read the previous chapters and noticed it was too obvious that Louis loved Harry to end a chapter like that. Sorry.
However, I think I fixed it in this chapter? I don't know, I hope you liked it anyway!
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Pauline .xx
