Harold, Katy and Nicholas' Apartment

Nicky gasped dramatically. he has to have my approval first. he nodded. no one marries my sexy arse without my approval ... my katy deserves the best. he nodded smiling at her.

Katy kissed him. I think he'll meet your approval sexy. She winked at him, before nestling in to him, getting ready for thr journey to the airport. She felt very nervous again now.

Strolling into the dark and empty apartment Harry sighed. Flicking on the light as he kicked the door gently closed he peered around the room.
now what? he asked himself still subconsciously contemplating whether he should admit his affections towards the person he admired even though he still was actually not sure of how he was feeling. God this is too confusing. he moaned marching over to the sofa and falling onto it. Lying flat on his back he stared up at the plain, white ceiling and began counting the small patterns in order to vent his anger and upset. nope... its no use... he sighed sitting upright and looking into the mirror that hung from the wall opposite him. what are you feeling? he questioned staring at his reflection. Friendship or relationship? .... lust or love? he asked his confusion growing rapidly by the second. for fuck sake. he cursed rolling off the sofa and heading towards his bedroom. Bounding into his room he slammed the door shut and crashed down onto his bed.

Mopping around his apartment Harry paced up and down the floor aimlessly unsure what to do with himself. i cant go back to their house... if i see him... he engulfed a breath of air and released it slowly. i don't know. he sighed flopping onto the sofa and peering up at the ceiling again. i dont even understand what I'm feeling. he sort of moaned becoming agitated and annoyed with himself; more so with his feelings. im soooo confused. he sighed before crossing his arms across his chest.