I look up from my phone to focus on you, watching you help Niall tune his guitar. It's been two weeks since we make out, and we still haven't talked about it. You seem to act like nothing happened, and I haven't brought it up either, for fear of something changing between us.

You'd just broken up with your boyfriend, and we all decided to go out partying to cheer you up. I guess you needed something to distract yourself, and I was going through a weak moment too, so it just happened. But for me, it was something more. Something inside me woke up that day, and since then, I can't get your kisses, your body, out of my head... fuck, and you act like it's nothing.

Your laughter pulls me out of my thoughts, and I see you approaching the tables to grab your water bottle. Maybe I should start a conversation, right? We haven't spoken much since then. Maybe I can't have you as a serious thing, but I don't want to lose you as a friend either.

“You look good today.” I decide to just let it go, hoping to get a reaction from you.