All I Ever Wanted (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

If I said I was surprised that Harry ignored me the next day, I would be lying. I wasn't surprised at all, and I was pretty sure that was the reason I couldn't help but hug him before he left my house that evening. I knew if I didn't take the opportunity then, I would probably never get the chance to, and I wanted to hold on to the feeling of being close to him for as long as I could.

Finally talking to him about what happened between us felt like a huge relief, though. I never thought it would. I was sure it would only hurt me even more, but it didn't. It made me feel better than I had in a long time, and even if Harry was still ignoring me, it still felt as though we had grown closer somehow. Something was just telling me that the barrier Liam had been talking about wasn't as strong between us anymore. Well, at least on my part.

When he kept ignoring me the day after that, though, I couldn't help but start feeling slightly disappointed. I thought talking things out would make him ease up, but apparently not. If anything, things were even worse. He didn't even acknowledge my existence when I felt closer to him than I had done in years.

When Friday rolled around and Harry still hadn't so much as looked my way, I started realizing that if anything were going to happen between us, I would have to be the one doing something about the situation.

We were having an interview with Capital FM in a few hours, but Patrick wanted us to come in earlier to go through a few things about the show that was starting in only a week now. We were all sitting on the couches in the lounge room, only the four of us since Patrick was still outside the room, talking to a man in the crew.

Nick and Harry were sitting opposite me and Perrie as usual, but neither of us was talking. Harry was busy staring at his hands, which were fiddling with a loose strand of his black hoodie while Nick was examining his movements, and Perrie was busy typing away on her phone. My gaze was stuck on Nick because something in his eyes told me he knew what was going on. I didn't know why I had never seen it before, but now that I knew Harry's side of the story, it suddenly became clear that he was aware of things.

I didn't know how to feel about this since it was clear as day that he didn't like me, and if Harry had told him what I did to him, then I could only imagine that it added to his hatred for me. It was also obvious that he had some kind of feelings for Harry - whether Harry knew about them or not - and if Nick knew what I had done to him, then he would probably see more of a reason why Harry should forget about me.

Boring my eyes into the side of Nick's face, I tried to make him look away from Harry. Unfortunately, I wasn't very successful, seeing as he just kept looking at Harry sympathetically, as if he knew everything that was going on inside his head. I was sure he most certainly didn't because even if Harry might have told him what happened, he wasn't one to spill every single one of his thoughts to people, not even the closest to him.

When we left the lounge room to eat lunch at a place across the street from the arena, I saw my chance. We were walking towards the exits, and Nick was talking to Perrie, walking in front of both me and Harry while I was right behind the curly-haired man. I picked up my pace to fall into step with him, our legs moving at the same pace right beside each other.

Through the corner of my eye, I could see how he clenched his jaw, and I knew it was because of my presence. It hurt, but I wasn't going to let that ruin the opportunity. So I inhaled a large breath and turned to look forward instead.

"You're still mad at me."

I knew he had a very good reason to be, but that didn't make it hurt any less. I wanted us to be able to at least talk to each other so that I could show and tell him how much I regretted doing what I did to him, but it was so hard when he wouldn't even look at me.