Camp Popstar (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

8. Picking Locks

🎶Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight🎶

Chapter 8: Picking Locks🍀

(CRYSTALS POV)

"ARRRRGH oh my god. Get out, get out, get, out of my head" I sang, pressing my forehead to the wooden wall of my cabin. Niall had in no way helped my confusion. He'd only made it worse. But I was so close to figuring everything out. The thing was, I felt something in that kiss. Something I'd never felt before. Like, little warm fuzzies in the pit of your stomach. And it felt...strange. Different, new. As if millions and millions of little sparks were traveling across your body or something. It was...a nice feeling. And I was dreadfully craving more of it, just because It erased my loneliness. for the few seconds I felt those sparks, I forgot all my confusion.

The only problem was Nick. I was still hung up on him. I still liked him, a lot, and missed him terribly. Even though he'd used me. Lied to me. Made me cry for days. I still liked him. I needed to get my mind straight. Or at least, erase all these stupid confusing thoughts. I could do two things. Become 'more than friends' with Niall, leaving Nicks memories in the dust. That option was confusing because i felt like id be leading Niall on. not fully into the relationship we could have because i was still a bit into Nick. sighing, i reviewed my second option. I could deny Niall, and be a single pringle until I truly got over Nick. My head was absolutely spinning.

"You know what? I need some serious help." I moaned. I plopped backwards into my bed, pulling my iphone from my pocket and holding down the home button.

"Siri, should I choose Niall or Nick." I said hopelessly into the phone. I know that a little phone program wasn't going to help me at all. But hey, I'm confused and my mind feels like an absolute mess. What've I got to loose?

"You should choose Niall." A voice said out of no where. I whipped around to see Harry standing in my doorway, a lopsided grin on his face and a paper clip in his hand.

"Oh wow Styles. Picking the lock are ya?" I said sarcastically. I am not in a good mood for this.

"Ay, picking locks is a skill. And once again I shalt repeat myself; choose Niall." He smirked. I sighed, letting my head drop into my hands.

"Harry, seriously I don't have time for..."

"You have weeks left in this camp. You've got time to spare." Harry interrupted.

"And I'm here to convince you. You don't know Niall as well as I do...but the boy practically worships the ground you walk on. Crystal, he's basically Internet stalked you for years. You were his celebrity crush for the longest time. He fell in love with you. And damn did he fall hard. He's in his bunk right now, looking at the ceiling with eyes as blank as a piece of white paper. C'mon Crystal, give him a chance." Harry half-reasoned, half-begged. This was to much. Arg...I need my brain to have a file holder or something related to organising stuff.

"Ugh...fine. I'll tell him tomorrow." I said softly, rubbing my temples.

"YESSSS! And if he asks why you've made up your mind so fast, you'd better tell him I helped." Harry raised an eyebrow jokingly at me before leaving my cabin and slamming the door behind him. Well then. I've got basically one night to find a way to tell Niall that I like him back. Eh...I need sleep more. I'll worry about it in the morning. Slipping into my music note covered onesie, I jumped into bed and turned the lights off. Thanks to Harry, I wasn't confused. But I was hesitant. I knew Niall loved me. He told me himself, and Harry confirmed it.

And that's the scary thing.

Accepting that someone loves you, like LOVE loves you, and your not really IN love with them. I like him, yeah, quite a lot really. but not LOVE. I'll sleep on it, I guess. And with that, I drifted to sleep.

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Dawwww ok I like #Ciall :) ~Aimee :) .xx