The next morning I woke up to the fact I felt a pair of lips pressed against my forehead. I opened up my eyes and the first thing I saw was Harry. I squeezed my eyes with the palm of my hands, as I opened up my eyes once more. Nope, no dream. He was still standing there. And in fact, all four of the boys were standing behind them. First of all, how should I react because of what happened yesterday? Secondly, I didn’t even feel ready to talk to him at all. I was so pissed. And thirdly, how did they even manage to get in, in first place?

“Good morning beautiful” he said with a smile. “W- what are you doing here?” I said, being in chock. “We thought… Well, I thought that we’d surprise you since you haven’t picked up any of our calls. Or texts.” He chuckled. “Do you even know what time it is?” I glanced at my clock, hanging on the wall. Shit, it was showing 4 am. Good luck trying to go to sleep early tonight.

“We weren’t actually thinking about the fact that you might still were asleep.” Louis said. “You’re such a sleepyhead” he continued, slightly disappointed while he shook his head. I giggled.

“I’ve missed you” Harry said while he did an attempt to kiss my lips, but I backed my head. He noticed that as he opened up his eyes. He looked confused.

“How was the game, Harry?” it just came out of my mouth. I sounded annoyed but confident at the same time. I don’t even know what answer to expect.
He made a pause while doing his best to avoid my gaze. “It was really... interesting. A lot of tempo and the teams almost started fighting in the middle of the game.” “Yeah, you should’ve been there Sarah!” Louis filled in, sounding excited.

“B- but I thought…” I said quietly to myself with a frown. Louis? What the heck? Didn’t he text me yesterday saying he had no clue about what game I was talking about? That he’d been staying in bed all day? Or was I just dreaming? No, I’m almost positive it wasn’t a dream.

This all is just a bit too much for me to absorb.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?” Harry said with a smirk as he noticed my slightly bad behavior. All of them were now sitting in my bed, laughing. “How did you guys even get in here?” I asked, still confused. “Well, your mother opened up the door and invited us in. What more is there to tell?” Liam said with a smile.

***

“Louis, can I talk to you private for a minute?” I said, as I pointed towards the kitchen.
“Um… sure” he replied uncertainly while he got up from the couch and started walking.

“I don’t want to… be a nosy, but…” I made a short pause. “What happened yesterday? With you and Harry?”
He chuckled. “What do you mean?”
“You texted me, saying you didn’t go to that game” I said unsure. I tried my best to sound confident, but I just couldn’t.
“No, I didn’t” he said unsympathetically with a frown, shaking his head lightly.

What?! I think I’m going crazy. I felt a big lump in my stomach.

“Yes, you did!!” I said desperately. “No, I don’t remember such a thing” he shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m not in the mood of joking around right now Louis” I was 100% serious. Wait, the text. The text!!
I dug after my phone in my pocket, and once I grabbed it, I quickly clicked on the text he’d send me the night before. “Here, look!” I pointed the screen towards him, as he came closer and squinted to read the texts.

All of a sudden he looked really nervous. He was trying hard to find the right words to say.
It was difficult to interpret his expression, and all it was leaving me really confused. I don’t get it, did he text me that, or didn’t he? Was it someone else? Or was it him? Doesn’t he remember? So many questions…
“I- I…” he started off, being speechless. But it didn’t take long until he got back to his confidence. “I don’t know” he said while he shrugged his shoulders. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?” I said getting even angrier. “Sarah, calm down. I… just… I don’t know” he shrugged his shoulders one more time.

“I guess it was- My- One of my sisters that perhaps had mixed her phone with mine. It has happened before” he said, thinking I’d probably believe that bullshit.

Honestly, I don’t feel like putting up a scene over this whole mess, or do a really, really big deal out of it. My mind is just blowing up with questions, and I now in second thought; I’m probably being such a drama queen. Perhaps I should stay cool for now, and just… I don’t know. Just… stay cool.
“Oh, okay” I said, making him think he’d convinced me.

But one thing is sure: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

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