Nerd With Blonde Hair (Boyxboy)

Chapter 17

*Niall*

I wasn't crying, yet. I'm not going to allow him to see me like this. I don't want him to think he can get to me that easily. It was hard though, he already moved on. What am I saying. We weren't really dating. What was it, a week?

Nicole gasped and put her shirt on, she bite her lip, hiding her smirk.

"Niall." Harry said again, I looked at him as he put his shirt on. I looked away, trying not to look at his perfect body. Dumb ass you're mad at him, get your head out of the gutter.

"Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom." I said, going across the hall. I locked the door, relieving myself and washing my hands. I walked out of the door, Harry against the wall. I ignored him and walked downstairs.

"Niall wait, please!!" He said, grabbing my hand. I snatched away from him, going to the kitchen and grabbing a beer, downing it.

"Can we talk? Please?" He pleaded, looking at me.

"I'd rather not." I snapped, the beer slowly taking over my ease.

"Please?" He said again.

I huffed and walked through the living room, ignoring Ryder's worried eyes. I walked to the dining room, as he shooed every drunk person out.

"You moved on so quickly." I said, the beer getting to my hormones. Clearly making me emotional. Don't cry Niall, you're a big boy. You're really getting on my nerves tonight.

"And? Why do you care? Why are you even here? I thought nerds studied." He growled. Okay what the actual fuck. I looked at him.

"You're right." I said, laughing from my hurt. "I don't care. Go, fuck her. Don't come back to me." I said, ignoring his comment about me being a nerd. He didn't mean it. I began to walk out of the dining room.

"Wait." He said. I turned, hoping he would apologize. Tell me to go home with him and cuddle, to be his and he would tell everyone tomorrow. But something about his smirk told me otherwise.

"I will go fuck her." He said. I turned around, trying to hide the tears from coming.

"Y-you have fun with that." I said, wiping my tears and walking back to the living room where I left Ryder. I wiped my wet eyes and set beside Ryder. I think he liked me.

I smirked.

Don't do it.

Shut up.

"Hey Ryder, can we go upstairs? I have a headache." I said, grabbing his hand and saying that loud enough for Harry to hear. I smirked. Two can play at this game Harold.

"Of course." Ryder said, grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs. Thankfully to a different room other then the one Harry and Nicole were in. I was instantly pushed against the door, Ryder looking at me.

"Is this okay?" He said, looking at me in the eyes. He had a dangerous edge to him, but he was also caring and cute.

I nodded and leaned up, kissing him. His lips were soft, and welcoming. It made me feel good, but not as good as Harrys lips. I felt sparks but not fire works and bombs. I licked his bottom lip and moaned, as he picked me up.

You can't do this. My conscious said. He's right, I can't. Sure I like Ryder, but I like Harry more.

"Ryder.." I said against his lips, pulling away. "I can't.." I said, looking at him.

He smiled and nodded. "Okay." And like that he put me down.

"Please take me home." I said, looking at him. He nodded and grabbed my hand, and I didn't pull away.

"I have to find Liam and Louis and tell them I'm leaving." I said, as we go downstairs. Harry was sitting on the couch, staring harshly at our hands. With Nicole sitting right beside him, her hand on his lap. If only they knew he was gay.

"There they are." Ryder said, pointing at them. I sighed in relief and went to Louis.

"Lou, I'm leaving, I'm hammered." I said, looking at him.

"Okay and is Ryder taking you home?" He said looking at our hands then at me. I nodded.

"We are going too, we could take you." Liam said, gripping Louis hand.

"No." Ryder said, looking at them. He smiled softly and blushed. "I'll take him."