Twist Of Fate

I Really Like You

Harry's POV
"Night." I murmur, as I place Bumper onto the bed. Her hair splays over the pillow, creating a pool of curly strands. I smile to myself at the sight, and turn around to exit the room. My phone begins to buzz in my front pocket. Hastily, I shut the door as quietly as possible behind me, and take out my phone from my pocket. Gemma's name is displayed across the screen. My sister and her untimely calls. Rolling my eyes, I accept the call.
"Hi, sis." I say, stepping out into the balcony.
"Hey! How're ya? It's been so long since we talked that I just had to call ya up." Gemma gushes, in her usual excited and happy-go-lucky manner.
"I'm doing good and yeah, you just had to remember me at-" I remove my phone from my ear and check the time - "Two in the morning." Gemma laughs.
"It's not that late. After all, you are awake. The night is still young," she sings. "I'm doing well, thanks for asking. Sold a couple of paintings."
"To who? Mark." I chuckle. Gemma may think she can paint, but the truth of the matter is that a canvas and Gemma are like Liam and spoons - they just don't go together.
"No," she scoffs. "Mark and I are over."
"Over? Since when? Wasn't he vacationing with you day before yesterday?" I question, leaning against the rails. This is one of my addiction; coming to the balcony in the middle of the night and just feeling the cool breeze against my skin. It's honestly therapeutic.
"We were vacationing together last week, but we're over now. Mark, is clearly interested in Deb."
"Deb...as in a girl who I have no clue about."
"Yup, that's Deb. She's a bitch, there you know her."
"Gemma, stop shuffling through men and just settle for one. Honestly, finding the perfect one is the best feeling in the world. It can never compare to the feeling of speed dating one person after the other."
"What the heck am I hearing?!" Gemma shrieks in my ear. "Who have you settled for? Are you getting married? Have we entered a parallel universe?"
"No, not now, but hopefully soon." A smile flits across my lips at the thought of Bump and my wedding day.
"Oh my fucking God! Harry, spill!" Gemma's excitement is spilling over the phone. "Her name! Her age. What she does? Okay, okay, okay. First of all, who is she?"
"First of all, Gemma, calm down. I'll tell you everything," I say. "Her name's Mus and she's a medical student."
"Hold on. Medical student?"
"Yeah, I know, what you're thinking. She's nineteen, so we don't have a huge age difference." Silence. "Hey, you're no one to judge because you dated Samuel for a month."
"Well...yeah, okay. Go on," Gemma urges.
"I love her, Gemma." I say simply, sincerely. "She's someone who I never dreamed of, but she's everything I dreamed of."
"Hmm, you're in love, brother." Gemma hoots. "Big shit," she lets out a low whistle.
"No, not really. It's not as bad as they say it is. Gemma, I'm serious, try to date a guy who you think you can plan a future with. He does not have to perfect, or have the qualities you think he should possess. He's just supposed to be...made for you. Do you get me?"
"No." Gemma says bluntly. "You say he should be made for me, but shouldn't necessarily posses the qualities I want him to have. Yeah, Harry, you've completely lost it. Love does screw people up." I scoff, as the cool winter breeze hits me in the face. A shudder passes through my spine.
"Love doesn't screw us up, it sorts out our problems," I say.
"So now you're philosophical, too?" Gemma questions, incredulity evident in her tone. "Okay, you're gonna screw up my brain, so goodnight and goodbye." She ends the call. That's my sister. She'll chat with you for hours, but then slam the phone when it comes to goodbyes.
"Bye," I murmur to myself. Leaning against the railing, I take in the city's skyline. Our hotels have had perfect views since I can remember. We've had everything we need and when we need it since 2012. 2011, was a good year as well. But I felt lonely throughout the years. Not at first, but when I turned 20, I really started feeling like I needed a best friend, who I can share everything with. Sure, I had friends and the boys, but I wanted someone who I could also be intimate with. Before realizing that Bumper was the one - before meeting her - I didn't realize just how lonely I felt. But I do now because I'm not lonely anymore. That feeling just isn't there. Sighing contentedly, I make my way back into the suite. My eyes land on Louis, who is seated on the couch, watching a soccer match.
"Why do you hate Bumper so much?" I ask him. The words just seem to flow out of my mouth, without being processed by my mind. Louis' eyes stay glued to the television screen, but I can see his jaw tense.
"She's stealing my best friend." Louis answers, his eyes still fixed on the players. "And..." He trails off.
"And?" I encourage him.
"Nothing. You've got a reason and that's that." Louis says curtly, ending our discussion.
"Bumper will never create a wedge between us, it's you who's doing that." I turn on my heels and head toward my room. Louis' probably just had too much to drink because the reason he just gave me is not good enough.
"I really like you." Louis says, as I push the handle of the room door. Frowning, I take a step back to get a clear view of him. He's still staring at the television. Maybe he's just saying it to a player. Louis' clearly drunk.