Something Borrowed.

Chapter Fourteen: Truth Is.

Chapter Fourteen.

-Sam-

He stared at me from across the room. His eyes shined through the dark morning sky, the only thing I could make out in the whole room.

'I'm waiting,' he said. I took a sip of my tea and looked down at the floor.

'Do you...' I began. I took in a deep breath.

'Do you think he'll marry her tomorrow?' Niall seemed annoyed. He chewed his lips and shrugged.

'Yes,' was all he said. I opened my mouth, closing it quickly.

'Thats all I needed to know,' I said quietly. I traced the rim of my mug with my thumb. It was so quite.

'Ya know what Samantha?' he said sharply.

'Im so tired of this shit!' he dropped his mug on the table and took a hand through his hair.

'What are you talking about?'

'Ive been dealing with you and Harry's shit for six god damn, almost seven fucking years!' I didn't speak.

'Do you ever learn?' he stood up. I've never seen Niall angry like this, never. I didn't know what to do.

'He always leaves you Sam! Never once has he stayed! What makes you think this time is any different than the last time, or the time before that or even before that?!' He sat down, placing his head in his hands.

'Why are you so mad?' Was all I was able to say. He laughed shaking his head. I furrowed my brow.

'You wanna know something?' He looked up. His face was red, eyes were dark.

'On my birthday, when we slept together...' he began. I froze. I was trying to forget about that. I dont remember what happened. I don't want to remember it. Or maybe I'm just afraid that if I do, it wouldn't be so terrible.

He laughed again.

'I wasn't drunk.' I blanked out.

'What do you mean you weren't drunk?' I said bitterly.

'It means exactly what I said,' he pursed his lips.

'You knew I was drunk!' I stood up. He laughed again.

'Stop pretending like you don't remember, I know you do,' he took a sip out of his mug.

'I don't remember,' I said flatly sitting down.

'It's funny how people seem to forget things they don't want to remember,' he stole the words right from my mouth.

'What happened?'

'You really want to know?' He taunted. I rolled my eyes. He shrugged and headed towards the door.

'Niall stop,' I called after him. He turned his head over his shoulder burning a hole through me.

'I want to know what happened,' I sighed heavily. He smirked and took a seat next to me on the couch.

'If you insist.'

-Niall-

*Niall's Birthday Party*

'What are you doing?' I laughed looking over at Sam who placed my arm around her.

'You smell good,' she mumbled lacing our fingers together.

'Your drunk,' I said taking my arm from her.

'I am not!' She pouted.

'Okay Samantha. Whatever you say,' I said with a lot of sarcasm.

'I just missed you Niall,' she hugged my waist. The taxi came to a stop and I cleared my throat.

'Do you need me to walk you in?' I asked. She beamed taking my hand and yanking me out of the car. I quickly let go of her hand and thanked the cab driver.

'Why won't you hold my hand Niall?' She gave me another sad face.

'Lets just go inside,' I hurried her in. I pray to god no one saw us.

She motioned for me to come upstairs and I followed as she danced up the steps in her tiny dress. I shook my thoughts out of my head. We're just friends. Always have been.

'You're spending the night?' She asked me. It wasn't really a question.

'I better just call a...ummm...cab,' I furrowed my brow.

'Don't be silly Niall. We can have sleepovers like we use to,' she grinned at me. We finally got to her room. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the edge of the bed.

'I bet I could find something you could wear?' She looked back at me from her bathroom. I shook my head.

She tossed her hair in a bun and began unzipping her dress. I looked away, down at my nervous hands. My eyes were drawn back, to her. Her dress slowly fell to the ground, I couldn't clear the lump from my throat. She turned around to face me, her head cocked to the side.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' She asked taking her hair down.

'Like...like...like what?' I looked away.

'Are you nervous Niall?' She mocked. I looked up at her and rose my brow.

'Why would I be nervous?' She shrugged closing our distant.

'I don't know,' she placed her hand on my thigh. I placed my hand on top of hers.

'I shouldn't be here,' I said slowly.

'Why not?' I gave her a stern look.

'Harry's my best friend.' She rolled her eyes and groaned walking away from me and sitting at the other end of the bed.

'What does he have to do with anything?' I kicked off my shoes and threw my zippy on the door. I scooted next to her and pulled my knees to my chest.

'You guys have a beautiful daughter together, and are still very much in love. I would never do that to him,' I said quietly. She placed her head on my shoulder.

'Don't you pretend that you don't feel the same way I do,' she looked up at me. Her eyes did crazy things to me.

'Ive had feelings for you since the day I first saw you Sam.'

'Then what's stopping you?' She barely whispered. The lump in my throat was growing by the second. My fingers began to sweat, and my thoughts were drifting away. She traced her tiny fingers down my cheek, never loosing my eyes.

Then she kissed me.