All of Me (Harry Styles) - Book 2

Chapter 11: Almost Lover

{Song for this chapter is Almost Lover by Jasmine Thompson, I attached it and I'll let you know when to start playing it}

-Harry's POV-

"Mate you have got to pull yourself out of this. We have a show tomorrow night."

"I will Liam, just not feeling well."

"Bullshit.." Louie calls my bluff, "You're still hung up about seeing Ava. We only have three shows left. Just pull yourself together long enough for us to get through them."

"I will. Don't you lads have something better to do then hang around my house?" I ask, looking from Liam to Louie.

"Well being you and Niall are the only ones of us have that a place in L.A...." Liam starts but I cut him off.

"What's wrong with Ni's place?"

"It smells like feet and ketchup." Louie speaks up, dropping himself down next to me on the couch, "And your place is always clean."

"Niall's would be as well if he got a housekeeper."

"Tell him that. Please." Liam chuckles.

"Where is she anyway?" Louis asks, looking around, "I could use a sandwich."

I grab a pillow and swiftly chuck it at Louie's head, "She's not a servant."

"I was just asking." He narrows his eyes at me before throwing the pillow back at my face.

"Oh please. You order the food staff around like they are proper slaves." Liam points out.

"Do not!" Louie defends himself.

"Can we stop with the bickering?" I ask, highly annoyed. "I need silence."

"Well that's my que to leave!" Louie jumps up, "I'm going to get food."

We watch him go, and I sigh in relief at the quiet that comes with his leaving.

"So what did you say to her?" Liam asks.

"What?"

"I saw you with Ava at the club. What did you say to her?"

"Not much." I regretfully admit, "Some asshole wouldn't leave her alone so I stepped in. The extent of our conversation was about five short sentences."

"Is that why you're in such a slump? Cause you wish you would've said more to her?"

"I'm not in a slump." I roll my eyes at him and look down at my hands.

"Please. You've went back in time about six months with the way you're acting."

I scoff at him even though I know he's right.

"So what would you have said to her?" He presses me.

I run my hands through my hair in exasperation, "Nothing.... Everything. I just wish I knew how she feels. Like does she hate me? Does she care? In her mind are we really over?"

"You know you could just ask her." Liam chuckles at me.

"Yeah and have her tell me she doesn't give a shite about me? Don't think I could handle that."

"Or, she could tell you she loves you."

My eyes shoot up to meet his, "You know something I don't?"

"No. That was common sense talking, nothing else."

I slump back against the couch as Liam's phone beeps. I hear him typing away before shoving his phone back into his pocket.