Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 7 - In Arms

Niall's POV

"Well, that was fun...." I muttered a lie, it was horrible.

"Well, ready for round two?" She asked as if she thought she did any good.

"Uh, no but you can leave now." I reply.

"C'mon Niall why aren't we more!"

"More?"

"We make such a cute couple." Her tone in voice annoyed the hell out of me.

With my teeth clenched together I demanded her to. "Get out."

"Ugh, fine but we will see each other again." She got out from under the covers and gave me a fail wink in which she thought she looked 'hot'. I gotta admit, she looked totally weird when she tried to look 'hot'.

The lads and I really need to ease our sex needs. We get in there way too much, well at least I do. A lot, I should chill right? Then I noticed it wasn't out of my head. Nyla, she just, maybe if I get her in my bed it's all gone. Just maybe.

Waking up the next morning I walked over and put on some black sweats with a white t shirt. I sighed letting out a stretch. I fell forward as I lost my balance from standing my tippy toes. I got up as if nothing happened and walked out of my room.

Heading straight for the kitchen a figure on the couch caught my eye. Zayn and Nyla were sleeping on the couch together. About to wake them up I shook my head and just walked straight for the food. Next thing I knew the rest of the lads shot through my apartment door.

They rushed towards me making me drop my milk  on to the ground. I was a grumpy person in the mornings. Nothing better than droppping your milk right? They all shouted like little kids and I just stood there in the middle of the mob and rolled my eyes. "Guys, shut up." I begged.

Not very surprised that Zayn didn't wake up to all the noise, that is until they shouted in his ear. All Zayn did was take a pillow and throw it at them. I noticed how he had Nyla coulded in his arms, under him really.

Harry just stood there though, he wasn't screaming. Fine scream in my ear but not Zayn's. Somethings up to him and Nyla. Nothing that I should worry about, but it's just weird I guess. We never really have girls here. Now we have one living with us.

Nyla's POV

I could hear buzzing in my ears that turned in to loud shouts. "Shut up!" I shouted at the top of my raspy voice in the morning. Silence grew between us.

Until they started shouting stupid things. "Zayn and Nyla like each other lalalala!" Really it was just Louis and Liam.

I tried to get my self out of Zayn's grip but his arms were locked tight around me. Wait Zayn's arms locked tight around me? Nyla what are you doing, your not suppose to be sleeping with them. Big shouts interrupted me again.

"Nyla likes Zayn!" Louis shouted.

They really got annoying to this point, is this going to be every morning!? "Louis won't shut up cause he's a big mouth!" I shout back.

"Nyla's a weirdo!" He shouted back.

"Louis stupid!"

"Nyla comes from the streets!" He shouted. Those words hit me. Awkward silence just grew in between all of us.

Zayn suddenly decided to wake up when Louis shouted that. He leaned forward on the couch and shouted at Louis, I guess he forgot I was in his arms cause I face planted towards the ground. "Louis what the hell's your problem!"

About willing to stop the fight something took me by arm and basically dragged me outside of Niall's flat. "What the fu-" I stopped to see Harry.

"Hey." He said with a smile on his face. Really I didn't have anything to say to him. He let him self push me against the wall, my breast against his chest, both our faces so close that it was tempting to kiss his plump lips.

He smirked. My arms were free and I just kept them by my side, his hands on the other hand were on my waist. The feeling was coming back; the way he used to hold me, but now it felt so rough. I could feel his warm breathe every time he inhaled and exhaled.

The three little words tempted to slip out of my mouth, but I contained my self. The feelings aren't gone. I can't forgive him, but I need him. "Har-" His plump pink lips crashed into mine within a split second.

My hands stayed by my side against the wall, but my fingers curled up as our kiss loosened up to an ease. Harry parted away and we just stared at each other straight in the eyes. The way he looked at me didn't feel right. Actually made me uncomfortable.

Next thing I knew I let my self push Harry away. "Fuck off." I him without even seing it coming. Obviously these three little words aren't meant for him.

"What?" Harry asked as if he were innocent.

I gotta admit, I haven't herd that he's gotten in to girls anymore. So, that's good right he's no womanizer, but what can I say I lived on the streets. "Harry, no one kiss won't solve all your fucking problems with me."

With that I left and walked back into Niall's flat only to have eight eyes staring straight at me. Then due to the fact that Harry walked right behind me fixing his hair. Oh great this isn't going to end well. Looking at Zayn he seemed upset.

"Uh, did you do something?" Niall asked taking a bight from his sandwhich.

About to answer the truth which was no, cause no nothing happened except for the fact that we kissed. Harry spoke. "Ya, we kissed."

All eyes went wide as if there was some sort of murder behind us. "It wasn't my fault, he pushed me against the wall I was helpless no it wasn't intended, but if Harry wants to take it away no it's not fine."

Harry just looked at me and I just scrunched my nose at him giving the little 'what' look. "So, what are we doing today?" Louis asked.

"Nothing really, just hanging out." Liam answered.

I sighed, a day with these lads? No, doesn't seem right maybe fun but not right. "Uh, well um maybe I could go buy a new skateboard with my money and roll off in wonderland?" I suggested. But only eyes gazed upon me; they only made me feel uncomfortable. "No? Yes? Maybe?"

"No, we wanna know about you." Niall suggested.

"Shit." I mutter under my breathe. "Like what I'm from the streets my parents are goners, and...." I stopped there.

"And?" Liam asked. I looked at Harry who stared me down. "And?" Liam asked again.

"And that is all."

"No your lying go on!" Louis begged.

"And I might.....maybe....I want....no something. I like Zayn." Words just flew out of my mouth at the end, that's not true though I barley even know him. Everyone just stared, sure I like him but just as a friend. If I had to like one of them it would be Zayn but I don't like him.