Delia’s P.O.V.

I wasn’t surprised to wake up alone that morning, but I couldn’t help but feel disappointed all the same. Of course Ashton had snuck off at the first chance he had gotten. It was predictable, but it hurt all the same.

I groaned, searching for my phone to check the time. However, when I found it, I saw a panicked text from Louis, saying that he needed to meet up as soon as I was awake.

Curious, I got up and quickly got a shower and got dressed for the day. Once I was ready, I texted Louis to meet me in the café on the west side of campus, eager to find out what had him so stressed.

It wasn’t long before we were sitting across from each other, at the back of the café. Louis had wanted the most private table, and his obvious panic was worrying me.

“So what’s up, Tomlinson?” I asked, as I poured sugar in my cappuccino. Louis took a long sip of his Hazelnut latte, before meeting my eye.

“I told Harry I was in love with his sister, last night,” he said after a few seconds of silence. At his words, my eyes widened. Luckily, I had yet to take a sip of my coffee, I would surely have choked on it.

“You what?!” I exclaimed, when he didn’t elaborate.

“Don’t look at me like that! Harry was asking me all these questions about Rachel and I, and about how I felt about her, and he was pretty drunk, but he seemed so sincere when asking and I couldn’t keep lying to him,” he told me, his voice strained.

“So you told him you were in love with her? That’s pretty heavy. I thought you said you were just into her,” I prodded, gently. Him using the L word was pretty extreme, although it wasn’t at all surprising. He had had a thing for Rachel since he met her in Harrys house years ago.

His cheeks were tinted red at this point and he had his face in his hands, groaning.

“I know, I’m an idiot. It just kind of came out,” he admitted.

“So what exactly did you say?”

“He asked if I wanted anything to be going on between Rachel and I, and I said..” he trailed off, groaning again.

“You said?”

“And I said ‘Well, honestly Harry, I think I might be in love with her’ “ he said softly.

“And how did he take it?”

“I don’t know, he – he kind of giggled a bit, and said he knew it, he rambled on a bit about how great I was, and then he fell asleep,” he explained, taking another sip of his latte. "I left before he woke up this morning."

“Well that doesn’t sound too bad, besides, I already told you that Harry said he thinks you’d be good for Rachel, you have nothing to worry about,” I tried to reassure him.

“Nothing to worry about? I told him I loved her, what if he tells her that? She’d completely freak out and it could ruin everything,” he began, panic evident in his voice. “Or what if he decides he does mind, and he doesn’t want me and Rachel spending anymore time together or what if-“

“Okay, okay, you need to relax Louis,” I told him soothingly. “Harry’s not going to ban you from seeing Rachel, and even if he did, he’s not the boss of you, or of her,” I reassured him.

When he looked unconvinced, I continued. “He’s not going to tell her about it either, as long as you ask him not to. He’s your best friend, Louis, he wants you to be happy too,” I reminded him.

“She’s his sister,” he replied miserably.

“You’re honestly such a drama queen,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “Just talk to Harry, I’m sure everything will be fine, it’s not like you’re trying to just sleep with her or something, you really like her,” I reminded him.

“Yeah but what if he-“ he cut off suddenly, his eyes going wide. “Oh my god,” he added, his eyes fixed on something behind me.

“What are you-“ I turned around to see what he was looking at but my sentence trailed off once I realised it was a who not a what.

Rachel had just walked in the door, followed closely by Ashton, who’s t-shirt had a massive brown stain on the front of it.

“Are they here together?” I whispered, worried they would notice us.

Louis shrugged, his eyes stilled fixated on them.

Luckily they hadn’t noticed us yet, and when Ashton went to the counter and ordered two coffees, my stomach dropped. He made his way over to the table Rachel was sitting at, and quickly sat across from her, giving her a nervous smile. She looked impartial to the situation, but what was she doing here with him?

I looked back at Louis, noticing the same worried expression on his face as was surely on mine.

There’s no way they were getting back together, were they?

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