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We landed in Los Angeles early in the morning. Way too early in the morning. B/F and I were basically zombies walking through the airport. Harrison didn't acknowledge me. And that kind of depressed me.

We all climbed into a car, driving off to a hotel. The hotel was probably the fanciest place I've ever been. Tom was there to greet us.

"I'm so glad you're here," he tells me, wrapping his arms around my body. I lean into him, exhausted.

"Me too, but I need to sleep," I mumble. He chuckles and throws his arm across my shoulders.

"Then let's find you a room, shall we?" I nod my head with a small smile. Maybe if I had been more awake I would have felt Harrison's eyes on us.

My room was right next to B/F's. Which was very useful if you ask me. The rooms were huge. And I would have obsessed over mine more but I had fallen asleep the second my head hit the pillows on the bed.

"What are you doing here?" B/F asks me when she enters my room. I was done catching up on sleep and was now unpacking.

"Unpacking?" I say in a questioning tone. Wasn't it obvious?

"You should be out with Harrison," she says.

"I don't know where he is. And I don't want to go out right now."

"Well if you're not going out what are you going to do for a week?" She asks me. I point at the pile of books on my bed. "No, no. That is not why you're here."

"I don't know if I can confront him, B/F. Every time I look at him I see that photo and then I get upset all over again," I say honestly.

"Well, you can't stay here the whole time. You need to go get your man!"

I knew she was right but I wasn't going to leave the hotel that easily. Later, into the evening, pretty much everyone had left the hotel. Harry went out to take pictures. B/F, I don't really know where she went. And I didn't know where Harrison was either.

Lonely, I went to Tom's room. He was laying in his bed, tired from a long day, and I was keeping him up by spilling my guts.

"So, you and Harrison have been faking it this entire time?" Tom asks, intrigued. I trusted him with this since he was Harrison's best friend as well. I knew this was breaking the contract but I had to talk to someone.

"Yes, and you can't tell anyone about it, okay?" I tell him.

"I won't, I promise," he says, pulling up the covers.

"It's just... I'm so confused. Sometimes I think he likes me but then something like the girl at the pub happens and I'm reminded that we're just faking." My eyes stare off in the nonexistent distance.

"He likes you. I'm his best friend. I can tell by the way he looks at you," Tom tries to assure me.

"Doesn't matter," I say, upset, "he's going to find someone else and I'm just going to be one of those girls who fall in love with a guy that doesn't feel the same way. It's embarrassing!" I slouch back in the chair I was sitting in.

Tom sits up to lean his back against the headboard.

"Okay, let's go through the facts here," He starts, "the whole fake relationship was his idea, you came up with a no-kissing rule, you're trying to break up with him, and you're here keeping me from falling asleep while he's probably waiting for you in the hot tub."

I give him a inquiring look as my thoughts take over my mind.

"So I'd say if anyone stupidly fell for someone else who doesn't like them back, it's not you. It's Harrison."

"You think he's waiting for me in the hot tub?" I ask Tom while he goes back to laying down.

"If I know my best friend, yes. Now I'm trying to sleep."

I get up, mind clouded with thoughts. My legs take me to the door before I can think about it.

"And Y/N?" Tom says stopping me, "don't... hurt him." I understood what he was saying. Harrison was his best friend after all.

"I won't." With that I leave his room, deciding what I should do.