I had barely spoken to Louis, from what I remembered. The longest conversation we had was when I was telling him about my dream that night when we all got drunk. He seemed deeply interested the whole time. I never thought a dream about Niall turning evil and stealing my ice cream could be so intriguing. The whole time, though, he acted as if he had never heard something so amusing.

Then again, as I thought about it, every time Harry would hold me, Louis would look at me and I swear I could see a hint of jealousy. I guess I always just brushed it off, though, figuring it was nothing. After all, I did think he was in love with Eleanor.

I sat backstage, waiting for the concert to start. Eleanor had run off, and wouldn't let me go with her, so I did the only thing I could, I went to Harry and let him hold me as I cried for her. I felt so guilty, but what could I do? It's not like I can control Louis' feelings. I think Louis knows I know, too. Every time I would catch him looking at me, his gaze would automatically shift to the floor.

Harry came up to me a few minutes before they needed to head to the stage and took my hands. "Wish me luck?" He asked, but my mind was somewhere else. I stared blankly at him, hearing what he was saying, but not comprehending it.

"Leslie? You okay?" He asked, shaking me a bit, and I woke up.

"Yeah, good luck." I wished him, giving him the most real smile I could manage. Luckily, he couldn't tell it was fake. Harry walked to the edge of the stage about to run out.

He was followed by the other boys, except Louis, who was trying to compose himself. Louis looked over to me and weakly smiled, and I just nodded. He slowly trudged to the edge of the stage, behind the other boys.

Screams cascaded through the building as they ran out; Niall doing his signature jump, and starting off right away with "Na Na Na."

I stayed for a while, waiting until after the boys went back on stage after their first clothes change. Then I left, sliding my hands into the pockets of my shorts as I walked down the wet sidewalks of LA. Surprisingly, where the bright sun had one been, was covered in dark clouds that poured upon me. Within minutes I was soaked and shivering, so I took shelter in the closest building.

A smile quickly spread across my face as I realized where I had walked into; Ben & Jerry's. I stepped up to the counter and ordered, once again, "Half Baked." I pulled out my wallet and went to grab cash, but settled for my credit card after I saw my money was soaked.

"Thanks," I mumbled to the cashier and made my way to the table in the corner. This Ben & Jerry's looked practically the same, just shaped slightly different. The table in the corner looked so inviting, with it being where Harry and I originally sat at in the one in New York.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Eleanor, but it went to voicemail. So I sent her a text instead:

Just let me know you're okay.

Eleanor replied, letting me know she was. I checked the rest of my messages, just pretty much the same message from Harry, Niall, and Liam. They were wondering where I was. I didn't bother reply. Instead, I just sank down into my seat and took a small bite from my ice cream. I was still cold, so I didn't bother eat any more.

XX

I looked up when the bell above the door rang, bringing me out of my deep stare out the window. Harry stood in the doorway, soaking wet. "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again." He huffed, storming over to my table. I just looked away and out the window again, blowing him off. He sat down across from me, putting his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands.

"As soon as I saw the sign, I knew you'd be in here." He finally spoke after an excruciatingly long silence between us. He was being completely serious, but a smile still crept to his lips. In all honesty, I just wanted to go home to my apartment and forget all about this. Forget about him. I seemed to just be messing things up.

I ruined Louis and Eleanor's relationship, caused Niall to worry himself sick about Harry, and scared the hell of Harry.

My face twisted into a frown as I stared out the window. I saw a girl who, at first, looked like Eleanor, but I quickly realized it wasn't her. She was smiling down at her phone, her brown hair in long waves. But no matter how long I watched her, she just wasn't Eleanor.

Harry got up and started to leave, but I stood up too and grabbed his sleeve before he could go. "Why?" I asked, wondering why he was leaving.

He took me by surprise and yanked me into a tight hug. A tight, wet, cold hug. "It's not your fault." He told me. "Louis told me what happened. All of it."

I remained silent, unable to form words.

"Do you love Louis?" He asked, and I wriggled out of his grasp. I gasped, taken back by his question.

How could he even assume that? I gave him a hurt look and let go of the sleeve that I apparently still had in my grasp, and then I turned around and walked away. Harry didn't stop me, he just stared in confusion as I left him behind.

As soon as I was around the corner, I just sobbed. Everything that could possibly go wrong today was going wrong. I quickened my pace, trying to get to the next corner and hail a cab back to the hotel. The only good thing about the rain was that it hid my tears, but as soon as I stepped into the cab, that luxury was gone.

I told the driver the address, then lay down across the back seat. It was hard to not dig my phone out of my pocket and answer it, it had been vibrating non-stop for the past two minutes. The whole ride back to the hotel, I just laid in the backseat and stared at the carpeted floors of the cab.

"We're here," the driver announced after about ten minutes. I handed him the first thing out of my wallet, which just happened to be fifty bucks, and stepped out of the cab. The walk to the stairs was short, and on the way up I pulled out my phone. There wasn't a single message or call from Harry. But there were quite a few from Niall and Liam.

I knocked on the door and as soon as it opened, I was wrapped in a tight embrace by Niall. I didn't even hug back, the way he was holding me kept my arms pinned to my sides. "I was worried sick about you," he whispered with his face in the crook of my neck.

He loosened his grip a bit and I snuck my arms around him, "Sorry, Ni."

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he let go and pulled me by my arm into the living room. I was hoping Eleanor would be there, but unfortunately, she wasn't. Zayn was on the couch on his phone texting, and Liam was beside him watching TV. Liam glanced up at me and smiled weakly before turning his attention back to Toy Story. Louis was out on the balcony, leaning on the railing.

"Where's Harry?" I quietly asked Niall and he pointed to his room. Niall let go of my arm and I slowly made my way to Harry's room.

I knocked on the door, but Harry groaned and said, "Go away." His voice was muffled, so he was probably lying face down with his face buried in pillows.

I ignored him and made my way inside after using my thumbnail to unlock the door. "Harry?" I asked hesitantly and he shot up.

"Leslie?" He asked in an almost mock-like fashion. His face fell when he realized I never answered his question and had completely blown him off.

"No," he gave me a confused look. "To answer your question: no."

Harry let out a relieved sigh then got up and took me in his arms, lifting me off the ground. His arms were around my waist, so I put mine around his neck and wrapped my legs around him. He looked up to me with innocent eyes and I immediately leaned over and kissed him angrily, letting all my frustrations of the day put more passion into it. He was the first to pull away, taking in a deep breath.

"I shouldn't have even asked. It was a stupid question." He smiled down at me, but I just glared.

"Damn right it was a stupid question. Because I would give up school, and risk everything to come out to LA for Louis when you're the one who I ran into in the train station. When you're the one who opened my eyes to the wonders of Ben & Jerry's. When you're the one who slept with me on my living room floor. When you're the one who I fell in love with in two days."

Harry's face brightened and he showed me that huge cheeky grin that made me weak in the knees. "I guess you have a point…"

"You guess? Harry, I managed to fall in love with you in two days. In the past four days I have fallen farther and farther in love with you. That undeniable, icky, sticky, sappy love where you find yourself missing the person even though they're just in a different room. That kind of love where you feel as though you need to constantly be with that person. That 'this is the one and I don't want anybody' kind of love." Harry put a finger to my lips.

"I know exactly what you mean," he said, pulling me in for a long kiss.