All of Me (Harry Styles) - Book 2

Chapter 63: Re-do

-Ava's POV-

"Very funny Harry."

I can't help but laugh at the words that just came out of his mouth. Liam in love with me? Yeah right.

"Not lying love."

My laughing stops the second I realize Harry is actually being serious. The frown on his face confirms it.

"He couldn't be." I shake my head at the thought, taking a seat back down on the bed.

"Always knew he fancied you. But wasn't until I told the lads we were engaged that I realized it was more than that. He left the room. Found him crying in one of the dressing rooms. Pretty torn up about it."

Harry takes a seat next to me. I know it isn't easy for him to talk about this, but I'm glad he is. Suddenly I feel terrible. Did I lead him on? I would never forgive myself for that. Not after what Liam has done for me. I place my head in my hands, feeling sick.

"Oh god, I feel horrible."

"Av, you've no reason to feel wretched about it. Don't think he ever thought you shared his feelings.... You don't do you?... Share his feelings?" His voice is small as his eyes meet mine.

"No, I don't."

Harry lets out a deep breath, seemly relieved at my reply. "Didn't think so."

"But I do care for him. I really don't know how I would of dealt with everything had he not been there for me."

Harry nods, looking a bit pained I relied on someone else when I was hurting. "I know... I just... I don't know what to do about it. Obviously we can't cut off all contact with him. Even if we could, don't know I'd want to.. He helped both of us really. Wouldn't of admited it at the time, but he did.... I just... dunno... things will be different."

"Yeah..."

"If I'm being honest... I'd thought you two would end up together. The thought alone killed me, but I had it."

"Harry..."

"It's true. I do such stupid shit when it comes to you. I hurt you and Liam helps you."

"Stop. That's not true."

"Is true.. I was so angry when I asked him if he loved you and he said yes. Wanted to kick his arse right then. Don't know if I coulda." Harry chuckles lightly, looking down at his feet. "But then over the past few days I thought about it, and I can't really blame the lad. It's hard to spend time with you and not fall in love. Actually thanked him... on the flight here. For taking care of you. Silly, am jealous as hell about it, but knowing you had him... Fuck, don't even know what I'm trying to say."

He takes my hand, entwining our fingers and resting it on his leg, "Don't know what to do."

"Let's just give it time. He'll move on."

"Av, you've no idea how hard it is to try to get over you." Harry's voice is soft, his eyes pained as he looks across the room.

"I think I need to talk to him."

"Noooo. Not a good idea." He shakes his head, giving my hand a light squeeze.

"I need to clear the air with him."

"Love, please don't push this. Just let me handle it... I'll think of something."

"But I need to know I didn't lead him on. Alot of things happened when we were apart, we spent alot of time together."

"Don't want to hear that... Rehashing everything and bringing up the past won't help anything. Please just let me work it out yeah? Please Av."

Harry looks into my eyes, his pleading for me to give in. I don't understand why he needs to handle this on his own. Maybe it's because they've been friends for so long, maybe it's just because he doesn't want me around him.