11

                                    

                                          
Ashton walked right past me, going inside the house, but Harry stayed on the porch with Michael and me. 
                          
"Hey, Louis." He softly greeted me. I ignored him, not taking my eyes off of Michael. 
                          
"You're not going to say anything? I guess you're still mad at me, then." Harry sighed.
                          
"I'm not mad." I whispered. 
                          
"You aren't talking to me." He pointed out. I shrugged, unable to say anything. 
                          
"Why?" He questioned. 
                          
"Don't have anything to say." I replied, finally tearing my eyes from Michael and glancing at Harry. My heart broke at my action, more than it had when I'd seen him pull up and more than it had when I heard his voice again.
                          
Suddenly, the front door opened and Liam came out, closing the door and standing behind me.
                          
"Liam? Why are you here?" Harry questioned. 
                          
"I came with Louis; he needed to talk to Mike." Liam explained. 
                          
"Why'd you suddenly come out here?" I wondered. 
                          
"I saw Ashton, and then he told me Harry was out here with you guys." Liam answered. I nodded, knowing that he probably wanted to protect me in case something happened. 
                          
"So, are you guys like a thing now?" Harry questioned. 
                          
"No. He doesn't need to be alone in a time like this, he's going through a lot." Liam snapped. I frowned, not liking the harsh tone in his voice, a tone he never showed.
                          
"Oh. So, are you a friends with benefits type thing?" Harry assumed. 
                          
"No! Just leave him alone, Harry! You've done enough!" Liam exclaimed, wrapping an arm around me tightly and pulling me into his side.
                          
"So defensive." Harry chuckled. 
                          
"Just stop, Harry. You fucking hurt him. Can't you see that? Look at him! You don't need to stand here and keep hurting  him." Liam growled. 
                          
"I'm not hurting him! I'm asking simple questions about someone who used to be my friend, and someone who used to be my boyfriend." Harry stated. Ashton came out and wrapped his arms around Harry, and Harry kissed him gently. 
                          
My heart shattered at the sight, and tears formed in my eyes. I looked up at Liam, who frowned when he saw that I was close to crying. 
                          
"I love you. Is everything okay?" I heard Ashton ask.
                          
"I love you more. And yeah, everything's alright. Just a small, harmless argument." Harry answered, and he kissed him again. 
                          
"He doesn't love you anymore, just leave him alone." Ashton told me.
                          
"He knows, baby. He knows I only love you, and that I love you more than anything in the world." Harry cooed, kissing his forehead. It hurt, a lot.
                          
"We're leaving." Liam announced, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the car.