LIAM'S POV

"Harry, we need to talk. Sorry to interrupt, Macy." I said, apologizing for me storming inside. I grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him into the kitchen. I saw the confused look on both of their faces. "Dude, what did I do?," Harry asked. He looked at me like I was an evil ghost with an axe, ready to kill him.

"Hazz, calm down, I just want to ask you something"

He sighed, relieved. "Jesus, Li, I thought you were going to kill me!"

"What were you and Macy talking about?," I asked him, still catching my breath, because of my rush to get here.

"Ehr, she came here, and then I asked her about what she said to you, because I wanted to know if everything worked out between you two. Why? I mean, you talked everything through, right? You two are good now?"

"Yes, we are. That is, we aren't mad at each other, and we made up. But..." I found it surprisingly hard to confess it to him. He looked at me with those green, big, puppydog eyes.

"But what, Liam?" He looked really concerned. I felt guilty. Harry was always so nice, and he really wanted to help me get Macy to like me, but I was too much of a coward to do that.

"But... I haven't told her yet..." I looked down, afraid of his reaction. He looked disappointed. I don't blame him.

"But why, Liam? Why didn't you tell her?"

"I don't know, I just... I couldn't... I looked in her eyes, and I just knew that she would hate me if I told her. I was just too afraid of her reaction."

"Well then, it's a good thing you came in yelling at me, otherwise things would've been pretty awkward!," he said, a slight smirk showing on his face. I laughed.

"So, you're not mad at me?" I asked, still afraid of what he'd say.

"Of course not, you weirdo! Why would I ve mad at you, just because you're afraid to tell my best friend how you feel about her?" He hugged me tight in a brother kinda way. Then, I heard the kitchen door.

MACY'S POV

I ran out of the room quickly, accidentally slamming the door shut. 'Damn it, that wasn't supposed to happen, they'd hear me for sure!,' I thought. Yes, you thought correctly: I heard the whole conversation between Harry and Liam. But there wasn't much I could do about it, I mean, Harry left the door open, so all it took for me to hear them was a little bit of concentration.

I hurried outside and went to my own flat. It wasn't that far, it was a ten minute walk. Or, in my case, a four minute run. I stormed inside and dropped myself on my bed.

'What had they been talking about?,' that's what I was wondering at first, but when I heard Harry say that last sentence, I knew it.

Liam likes me. Liam Payne likes me. My brother (I always pretend Harry is my brother) 's best friend likes me. Liam Payne, the boy who always ignores me and gets annoyed around me, actually LIKES ME!

And he was afraid to tell me. And Harry knew about it. Harry KNEW ABOUT IT! Can I even trust my own mother? He got mad, because I kept a secret from him! And now I found out this!

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I couldn't hold them in any longer. I cried for a while in my room, laying in my bed. When I got up, I looked in the mirror. My eyes were swollen. I sat down, a question popping in my head: Do I like him back?