"This is wrong." I whispered into Harry's ear as he kissed my neck. His hazel brown eyes stared at me, "What?" "This!" I replied pushing him away from me. He seemed shocked and then guilty. "I know, but I'm crazy at you Wren! I know Louis will be angry at us but," He put his gentle hands on my waist. "We belong together." I looked away with tears in my green eyes. "But I love Louis!" I said trying to get away from Harry, but his cologne put me in a daze. "And I love you." He whispered caressing my face. I started to cry, "I'm so confused!" Harry pulled me in closer, "Just say that you love me." I stared into his eyes, "I don't know if," He sealed my words with a tender kiss on my lips. "You love me." He repeated to me over and over again hypnotizing me with his lips and cologne. I kissed him back, "I do." His dimples appeared on his face making me blush like crazy. "Save those words for later." He said sitting me on the couch. I couldn't help but blush. Then, my sense came back to me.
All those times Louis kissed me saying he loved me, he really did. All those times he hugged me saying he'd always be there for me, he always was. All those times he cuddled up with me by the fire saying he loved me, he really did. I pulled away from Harry crying my eyes out. "I'm sorry I said," "But my heart belongs with Louis." There was no response, no "Wait, I love you!" or "Follow your heart's desire." Just silence. Harry just buttoned up his shirt gave me a box of tissues to wipe away my tears and sat on his bed. I fled to his bathroom and looked at the mirror, I failed Louis. I was supposed to be committed to him and him only. Darn Harry and his good looks. Darn me for being so silly enough to stand there while Harry kissed me. Louis will be furious! Who'd blame him! I exited the bathroom to see Harry waiting for me. "Please don't tell Louis." He whispered getting up. "If you do, he'd hate me! The band we'll be over! My career's on the line! Plus, I'd lose you." I slammed his door shut.
"Someone's feisty tonight." Louis yawned getting up from bed.
"Me," I stammered. "I'm fine, perfect, just wonderful!" Louis got up from his bed walking towards me, "Wren, you've never used that many adjectives in a sentence like that. What's wrong?" I teared up, "I'll tell you later." I said getting into bed. Louis was still standing, staring at me. His eyes were fixed on mine, "Tell me please." He insisted moving towards me. He caressed my face; just like Harry did. I flinched, which surprised Louis. "Love, what's going on? You're acting like you've seen a ghost?" I just shook my head and whispered, "Much worse." He was still right next to me. He looked up at the ceiling then down at me. "I'll give you some time to think and clear your head." He then went back to his bed and slept. That's the guy Louis is. He'll stay with you, comfort you, and never ever let you go depressed for one single moment. I sniffled. I failed Louis, he'll hate me! I hate me right now! I brought my comforter over my head to cover my shame. Tomorrow will be terrible! I can see it now, Louis with tears in his eyes, pushing me away to get to Harry. Harry trying to calm him down. Louis refusing and instead punching him. This is my entire fault!