Rachel's P.O.V.

I knocked on the door impatiently, rocking back and forth on my heels. It was only a few seconds before the door flung open to reveal Harry. His hair was messy as if he had been running his fingers through it and he was wearing a t-shirt and sweats.

"What are you doing here?" he frowned slightly as he met my eye.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's lovely to see you too" I brushed past him quickly, heading straight into the room.

He sighed, closing the door behind me.

"Rachel, I'm not really in the mood for visitors" he told me as I spotted Louis. He was laying across the couch and sat up to meet my eye. I pulled a face at Harry's attitude and turned back to face him.

"Harry, we're worried about you" I admitted, folding my arms.

He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean 'we'? Who exactly is we?" he snapped.

Louis looked away awkwardly.

I sighed.

"Well Louis and I were thinking-" I began but he cut me off.

"Oh you and Louis were thinking? So what you've been talking about me behind my back, huh?" he interrupted angrily.

I rolled my eyes.

"Harry for god sake! Man up! Look I understand that you're hurting over Skylar but seriously Harry this is getting ridiculous.. You've been moping around for the last two weeks and I can't stand to see you like this, its not you Harry" I snapped eventually, not even stopping for a breath.

Harry's eyes widened and Louis hopped up off of the couch quickly.

"You know she's right Harry. Sometimes no matter how much you want something to work out - it just doesn't and there's nothing you can do about it" Louis added, slowly, making me instantly tense up, feeling strangely like he was talking to me.

"We understand that this is really tough on you Haz, but you gotta move on. She's with Luke and at some point you do have to accept that" he finished.

I nodded in agreement.

Harry seemed to be frozen in his spot. There was a long pause where his eyes darted between Louis and I before eventually he sighed and nodded.

"I hate you guys, you know that" he muttered, walking over to sit tentatively on the edge of his bed.

We watched him silently and at long last he faced us.

"You guys are right.. As much as I hate to admit it. I don't know, it's just with her it's different. And the worst part is that I know she likes me. Yet she still chose him over me. He cheated on her! Why would she want to be with someone who would do that?!" he ranted.

Louis sighed.

"Who indeed" he mumbled so lowly that only I could hear.

I ignored it.

"I know Harry. I know it hurts but you just have to move on. It will get easier, I promise" I told him.

He looked dubious.

"Look why don't we head out tomorrow night? A group of us.. We could go out to a night club or something. Anything to take your mind off of it" I suggested.

He didn't look too impressed but Louis answered before he could.

"That sounds like a great idea. I'll invite Delia, Demi and Eleanor as well. It'll be fun. Right, Harry?" He looked at Harry expectantly.

Harry just sighed and shrugged.

"Fine, fine" he muttered and I grinned widely.

"Great!" I exclaimed happily.

We spent the next twenty minutes chatting about what exactly we were going to do once I had Harry fully convinced that he was going to have a great time. At long last I headed back to my room. Lizzie wasn't back yet, as it wasn't very late but honestly I was pretty exhausted. I got changed into a pair of Elmo pyjamas and hopped into bed. Almost the second my head hit the pillow I fell asleep.






I woke up to the sound of The Big Bang Theory theme tune the next morning and sat up pretty confused.

"Ashton?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes when I saw him stretched out across my couch, the remote in his hand.

"Morning" he called not even bothering to turn around.

"Ash, not that I mind you being here or anything but this is really creepy" I mumbled, slipping out of bed.

He chuckled.

"Michael came over earlier cause he wanted to have breakfast with Lizzie so I came over with him and decided to just hang out till you woke up" he explained.

I nodded.

"So breakfast. Is that a date or..?" I asked, wondering if Michael had in fact actually grown a pair and asked Lizzie out. Honestly it was pretty obvious they liked each other but they were both too afraid to admit it. Hopefully Michael would just come out and say it soon, because I knew they'd both be much happier if he did.

Ashton shrugged.

"I don't know.. He didn't say it was but maybe he means it to be? He's an odd one, Michael" he shrugged.

I giggled slightly.

"Odd one" I repeated, chuckling.

"Nice pyjamas" he commented as I walked by him and into the bathroom.

"Thanks!" I shouted out in response before starting to brush my teeth.

Once I felt they were clean enough I walked back out into the room, where he was still comfortably laying on the couch.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked him, sitting down next to him as I did.

He shrugged.

"We could go to that little café on campus to get breakfast?" he suggested after a while.

"Ooh Ashton, is this you asking me on a date?" I joked, seeing as we had only just been talking about Michael and Lizzie's possible 'date.'

However Ashton instantly tensed up and his cheeks flushed red.

I felt myself freeze.

Was this him asking me on a date?

"Breakfast sounds great Ash. I'm just gonna go get a shower, I'll be ready in a while" I mumbled, hopping off of the couch quickly, rushing into the bathroom.

That had gotten suddenly awkward.

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