So I really hope you like this chapter. I wasn't really sure about some of the things in here, especially the beginning, so please please PLEASE review this and let me know what you think. Oh and make sure you tell me whether you ship Cat with Liam or Cat with Niall! :D xx

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Emma's POV

*Flashback*

Harry glided through the backstage of the arena with a content smile on his face. I followed a short distance behind, laughing with Liam. Louis suddenly came up and hooked an arm through mine.

"Hey beautiful." He grinned, using his free hand to pull his brown hair off to the side in his signature messy-sex-hair look. He slowed his steps down so we could walk side by side.

"Hi Lou." I said, smiling lightly at his compliment.

It was one of the first shows of the boys' US Summer tour. I was supposed to be with my mom, helping her organize everything before sound check, but instead I was hanging out with my best friends. I'd apologize to her later.

"Em, I know someone who might like you." He said casually.

I looked ahead of me hopefully, wishing it would be the curly haired boy in front of me. I was very good at hiding the fact that I'd liked Harry basically since the day I met him at the X-Factor party. Unfortunately, Louis had a knack for getting things out of you, so I was pretty sure he had an idea.

"And who would that be?" I managed to ask back, just as casually.

"I can't tell you." He said, then dropped his voice to a stage whisper. "It's top-secret. Secret agent business and all."

I dropped my voice to a whisper as well, playing along. "But you could share it with another operative. I won't tell the government." I promised in a mock serious tone.

"I can't." his bright blue eyes were wide and solemn. "It would break my code."

I rolled my eyes but smiled playfully up at him, figuring it was just Louis being his normal self and messing around.

"You're such a ten year old!" I laughed, shoving his lightly.

"Don't hate me, cause you ain't me!" he said, sticking his tongue out at me and skipping me forward.

For the rest of the summer tour, I became really close with Louis. Besides that one mention, he never said anything about someone liking me, so I let it go, with my hopes of ever being with Harry as more than best friends. But as I started growing closer with Louis, it wasn't as hard to think of Harry as just a friend. By the end of the tour I had almost fully gotten over Harry and I was falling hard for Louis.

Now, standing in my room with Louis and Harry glaring at each other, I wasn't so sure I was fully over my feelings for Harry. Was it wrong to like both of them? Especially because they were best friends?

Harry, who had been sitting on my bed, stood up and walked so he was only a foot away from Lou. He was taller, but Louis' clearly defined arms made them equal.

"What are you doing here?" Louis asked, his voice harsh, something I've never heard from him.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here!" Harry's tone matched Louis'.

"I came to hang out with Emma for a while." He hooked his arm around my shoulders as if to prove it.

"Well I came to tell Emma something." Harry looked at Louis, all the harshness gone. It was like he was trying to tell Louis something super important with his eyes.

"Boys, we can all hang out together!" We'd only done it a million times before.

"No," Louis muttered, not taking his eyes from Harry, though the cruelness was mostly gone. "I don't think we can."

"Guys," I said, completely exasperated. "What is going on, please tell me!"

Louis and Harry looked at each other, communicating wordlessly. Suddenly Harry nodded, and Louis silently left the room.

"What… Where did he go?" Harry didn't answer, just turned and started pacing.

"Okay. I have to tell you something. And, I don't really know how to say it. It's just that…" he ran a nervous hand through his curls, shaking them out and pulling them off to one side. He stopped pacing abruptly and sat down on the bed, reaching a long arm out and pulling me down next to him.

"Harry, you can tell me anything." Placing a light comforting hand on his I gave him a comforting smile.

Harry's chest rose and fell slowly as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Turning his hand over under mine, he intertwined his fingers through mine.

"Emma…" he said my name slowly, dragging out each letter, before talking fast and sure, his words slurring together somewhat. "Do you remember when we first met? At the X-Factor party? From the moment I saw you in that purple and black dress, I was falling. You were so beautiful. Then we started talking and you just had the best personality. You kept making eye contact, but then you would look away quickly and giggle to your friends. You still do that a lot. It's the most adorable thing. Your smile is like the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. You're my best friend, and I can't imagine life without you. I want to be more than just best friends, I've wanted to be more than friends for years, but I didn't say anything because it seemed like you weren't interested in being anything more than that. And I was scared of losing you as a friend, which I don't think I could deal with very well; you're so important to me. And now, I find out you like Louis and he might like you back and it's just… I don't even know. I want to be mad, at both of you, but I can't. My reason for telling you this is… I don't really know… I didn't really think." His voice trailed off and he fell silent, staring at me apprehensively.

"I… Harry, you… When we…" I stuttered, words failing me. This was crazy. After all this time, after everything that had happened, me and Harry had always shared the same feelings for each other, but we never had the nerve to tell each other. Wow. I've missed out on so much. If I could have just plucked up the courage and told him…

"Ugh." He groaned, putting his face on his hand. "I knew I shouldn't have said anything, I just knew it." his words came out muffled from his hands. "Maybe if I would have waited a little and moved slowly… Ugh, I'm so stupid! I'm sorry, please say we can still be friends." He looked up, his beautiful face filled with so many different emotions.

Instead of saying anything, I answered the best way I could. I did what I had wanted to do for so long. Putting two hands on his soft cheeks, I pulled his face to mine and met his soft pink lips with my own. He was surprised at first, that much was obvious, but he quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tight against his body. It was one of those things that just felt right; we fit perfectly together. If I was being honest, I hadn't felt so happy in a long time, if ever.

Cat's POV

"So what do you wanna do?" Liam asked, plopping down on the sofa next to me with a bowl of chips in one hand while his other hand automatically snaked around my shoulders.

Snatching a chip out of the bowl I shrugged my shoulders. "Doesn't matter. What do you wanna do?"

"Hmmm." He tapped his chin as he set the bowl of chips on the ground. "How about this?" His hands started tickling my ribcage, right where I was extremely ticklish.

"Li-Li-L-LIAM!" I managed to gasp through the laughter. "Stop!"

"And why should I do that?" he smirked, his body hovering over mine while his hands fluttered over my stomach lightly.

"Because I said so." I said confidently.

"Not good enough." His smirk now even more pronounced.

"Pretty please!" I stuck my bottom lip out and widened my eyes.

"I don't know…"

"Fine. Then I'll never ever kiss you ever again!" I threatened.

He gasped. "You wouldn't."

"Try me!" I stuck my tongue out at him.

He did. His soft lips pressing lightly against my own. "Told you." He pulled away only lightly, his lips still brushing mine with ever word. His voice was low and his warm cinnamon smelling breath washed over my face. "You can't resist kissing Liam Payne."

"You're right." I grinned, bringing my mouth back to his.

I distantly heard footsteps coming into the room. They stopped for a second before the sound of the creaking springs on a sofa. Awkwardly, me and Liam broke apart. We sat up, though our bodies were still tangled messily together. Sitting on the couch, casual and can be, was Niall. He sat, staring at us with what I could only describe as confusion.

"Err… hey Ni." I grinned at my best friend.

He waved silently, still staring at me and Liam's entwined bodies.

"What's up?" Liam asked slowly, looking at Niall as if he were sick. It was weird. The past couple of days, Niall had been acting so weird. You would think I knew my own best friend, but we'd hardly talked lately.

"Nothing much. I'm hungry. Do you guys want to go somewhere?" he seemed to snap out of his trance.

"Nah. We're just going to hang here for a little. I have to go back over to Em's soon anyway. Thanks though." I smiled at him. I expected him to shrug and leave, but he didn't. He remained sitting casually. Exchanging a look with Liam, we straightned ourselves out and stood up.

"I should probably get back to Emma's now anyway…" I said.

"I'll walk you over." Liam offered, flipping his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.

"Okay." I linked my hand through his. "See you Niall. I'll text you then."

Niall simply nodded and turned to face the television, flipping quickly through the channels. What is going on with him lately?

Looking up at Liam, it seemed that he was thinking the same thing. He just shrugged his shoulders and started out the house.

"What was that about?" I asked as we started walking through the star lit street.

"I don't have the slightest idea. He's been in a weird mood lately. I'll talk to him when I get home."

"Let me know what he says then."

"Will do."

We walked in a peaceful silence, the stars twinkling brightly above us. Sooner than I would have liked, we reached Emma's house. He pulled me lightly to a stop in front of the walkway.

"I'll text you later." He murmured, tugging me closer to him.

"Sounds good." I hummed, closing my eyes and standing on my tip-toes for a kiss. He closed the distance between us, our lips working together silently.

"Goodnight Cat." He said when he pulled away.

"Night Liam." I smiled as I watched his tall figure started the walk back down the block.

My life truthfully could not get any better than this. I thought to myself happily.