Finally Friday, and I’m spending it with Bella. Actually Harry was supposed to come over, but he texted me after school saying that he and Louis were going to see a football game that was nearby. He didn’t even bother asking if I wanted to come, since he already knew the answer.

The clock just stroked nine. Me and Bella were sitting in my bed, eating chips and drinking coke. We’ve been talking about everything the past couple of hours, and I mean literally everything.

Overall, we were mostly talking about ballet, about who did what wrong during the classes.
We were… gossiping! Yeah, that’s what it is. I think.

But somehow she always managed to end up every topic with talking about Zayn and ‘his gorgeous eyes and gorgeous smile’. In those cases I did most of the listening part, but I didn’t mind.
She’s crazy about him, in a good way of course. And by the way they are talking to each other, and the fact that they’re spending most of their spare-time together, you can tell that Zayn really fancy her as well. Personally, I think they’re so cute.

They both have the same hazel-brown eyes that you just feel like drowning in. Their really, really dark brown, thick hair. Their facial features do really match, and if I didn’t know them, I’d probably think they were related or something.
No, not related!! Euw…

“So…” she started, interrupting my thoughts. “What do you think about… what’s her name again?” she asked with a chuckle. “Well, I’ve got no idea!” I said laughing.
“But you know, that girl that Harry’s always talking to…” she put her finger under her chin, with her gaze stuck on something in the background. You could tell that she were trying her very best to remember her name.

So, she’s been noticing that as well? That’s definitely not a good sign.

“Megan! Yes, Megan!” her whole face lit up, but it didn’t take much longer until her face-expression turned really serious.

I gulped hard. What do I think about Megan? I’ve got so much to say, so much shit to talk behind her back, so much hate that’s grown inside of me because of her… So, what do I think about Megan? Well, let’s put it this way: “I don’t really like her.”

“Neither do I” Bella agreed. “You really need to put your foot down and show her who the boss is” she continued, looking deadly serious. I started laughing. “I’m not the boss over anyw-“ a buzz interrupted me, turning out it was my phone laying on my nightstand. I rolled over to see what it was saying.

From: Louis Tomlinson
Hi Sarah! I’m really bored since all of the other boys AND my girlfriend has gotten other plans!!! Everyone’s leaving me all by myself :-(
Anyhow, I was just wondering if you and Harry wanted to hang out? xx

I read the last sentence twice. And thrice. I mean… Wait… what?
“Who’s it from?” she asked. “It’s Louis” I said while I was still reading it over again.
“Well, what does he say?” “He was just wondering if I wanted to hang out with him… And for some reason he thinks that I’m hanging out with Harry in this exact moment”
She frowned “Wait, wasn’t Louis and Harry supposed to…” she didn’t even bother finishing her sentence.

Has Harry been lying to me?
No, probably not. Not Harry. “They’d probably go to the games, and when it had finished he just… felt really tired and decided to go back home.” I thought out loudly, making a pause. “And Louis maybe thought Harry was heading to me, when he was actually… just heading home.” Yeah, that’s probably it.

“Sarah..?” she still had that exact frown. “Just… leave it. I’ll tell Louis that I’m too tired” I said quietly. “If you say so” she shrugged her shoulders.

To: Louis Tomlinson
Hi Louis! Well, first of all, Harry isn’t here. Second: sorry, I need to leave you all by yourself tonight as well. I’m just a bit too tired :-/ Hope you guys enjoyed the game though!! x
It didn’t take long until my phone vibrated once again.

From: Louis Tomlinson
That’s really sad to hear... For your part, I mean. ;-)
But hang on, what game? I’ve been laying in my bed ever since I got back from school.

My whole body and mind went numb. Waves of coldness went through my body as I read the last sentence over and over again. ‘I’ve been lying in bed ever since I got back from school’

“Sarah, what’s wrong?”
I opened up my mouth, but no words came out. Just reading the text over and over again. She dragged my phone out of my hands as she read it for herself. She covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh… my… God!” but then she started laughing. It wasn’t a happy laugh though, it sounded more nervous, an attempt to tell me to keep calm.

Maybe she’s right, I might have misunderstood Harry instead. He maybe went to the game with… Niall? Or Zayn? Or Liam? I’m just overreacting.

She gave me back my phone, as I quickly typed in the first thing that came up in my mind and pressed ‘send’.

To: Louis Tomlinson
Harry said he went to a football game nearby with you..

I don’t know why, but I just started biting my nails. I’m keep telling myself to keep calm, and ‘it’s just a misunderstanding’. But the ‘what if’ thought is still in the back of my mind. IF, and I’m repeating IF he’s lying to me, he’s probably have got a good explanation.

And the fact that Louis didn’t reply to my text for the rest of the evening, didn’t make this whole situation any less complicated.

Notes

I'VE GOT MY COMPUTER BACK! WEEY!!

I also got my ticets for This is us! Omg I'm soooo exciteeeeeeeeed!!!!!!!
I mean... Harry styles, no shirt, 3D. *drool*