Harry took his eyes off the television set when he heard someone enter the living room. He raised an eyebrow at Addie, surprised at what state she was in. Her hair up in a messy bun, an oversize hoodie, and a pair of sweatpants obviously too big on her.

Harry found it quite ridiculous that she still looked breathtaking despite her hair poking into different directions. Instead of complimenting her, Harry knew that she was just going to give him a glare.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked, eyeing her carefully as she sat on a chair across him.

"What?" Addie asked, completely confused.

"It looks like you were living outside in the snowstorm for a week." Harry lied.

"Not my fault your clothes are this ugly." Addie spat.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Louis came in the living room followed by Liam closely behind him.

"So what are we lovebirds talking about, eh?" Louis asked, putting an arm around Addie as he sat beside her.

"How horrible Harry's clothes are." Addie said through gritted teeth.

Louis looked at Harry carefully and cleared his throat, putting his attention back to Addie. "His clothes aren't that bad."

"Well apparently they make me look like I, according to Harry, was 'living outside in the snowstorm for a week.'"

Liam sighed, slumping into his seat beside Harry. "Lou?"

"Now?" Louis asked, looking at Liam, who nodded.

"Alrighty," Louis nodded as well and stood up. He motioned Harry to follow him as they walked to the dinning room.

"What's happening?" Harry demanded, sitting on a chair.

"You're asking me that? What's happening to you, Harry? I don't remember telling a girl that she looks like she lived outside in a snowstorm being a compliment to say to someone you like." Louis sermoned. "Just because Margo broke your heart doesn't mean that you have to hate the whole female population. Not every girl is like Margo, alright?"

Harry stared at his best friend and inhaled. "What's the point of complimenting her if all she'll do is get mad and turn me down, then?"

"Why don't you just stick to being friends with her first?" Louis offered.

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"You like him, don't you?" Liam asked Addie from across the room.

"Who?" Addie asked, looking up from her hands.

"Harry. You like him." Liam nodded.

"How can you say that?"

"You wouldn't have cared about him saying bad things about you this much if you didn't like him." Liam shrugged.

Addie rolled her eyes. "Are you telling me that I'm not allowed to get hurt when someone says shit to me unless if I like him?"

"No," Liam said slowly. "I'm saying that you wouldn't care this much. If you didn't like him, you wouldn't be shouting at him, your voice would have been more friendlier. You like him."

"Alright, so what if I do?" Addie raised her eyebrows up.

"So you do like him?" Liam said brightly.

Addie studied him before deciding to trust him completely with what she was going to say. "Yeah, but I don't want to."

Notes

I apologize for the late update and the short chapter woopsies.

Anyway, some of you guys have been asking me why I'm writing a One Direction story if I don't like One Direction.

I like One Direction. They're cool. They're alright. But I'm not a fan--I just think that One Direction is a little overrated, but I was a fan before. I was a fan during their X Factor days and when WMYB was first released. And then people started knowing them and I personally don't like it when that happens. So there we are. I still have that One Direction side of me of course. That's all.

Hope you guys are having a great day hehe