Today, I had time to go to school. Which honestly was weird. I wasn't always at school, but the rare times that I was there there were always eyes on me. Mostly because Harry and I were like a celebrity power couple, but entering the school with Niall. It was just weird. I thought it would bring back some of my feelings for him or something, making the last night pointless because I didn't want to face the facts. But one way or the other I was going to. I waved goodbye to Niall and headed to class, which didn't start for another half hour.
I walked into my first period class early. The only other person in the room as fate seemed to have it was a very familiar tall boy. I tried not to look at him, but I couldn't resist. I was met with dull green eyes that matched my own dull brown eyes. He looked miserable.
"Hey, Eve." Harry said. "So how was your weekend?" It was horrible Harry, absolutely horrible. I crushed a little girl's dreams and made a new scandal for us. After that, I made myself go out with Niall because I thought it would be great way to distract myself from you but then I felt like even more shit because I'm basically using the poor boy. I miss you and I'm just so miserable without you.
"Okay, I guess." I tell Harry.
"Are you rooming with Dani?" He asks, starting some small talk.
"Yeah, I am." I admit sheepishly.
"Does she let you take the left side? You always got scared that a murderer would walk through our door and kill us in our sleep so I was just wondering." Harry chuckles, and I laugh with him. That was something I did during x-factor, which was a long ass time ago. My heart feels as though it's been sitting at a fireplace because for some reason, having a curly haired boy remember my phobia of murderings walking into our room makes me feel happy. Weird.
"Yeah, she does. Dani's going to get murdered by the murderer, I swear." I smile. "She's not nearly as strong as you are. Waking up is terrible without someone carrying me out of bed on my bad days."
Harry throws his head back in laughter.
"Yeah? Well it's worse not having anyone to tell my jokes to. No one thinks it's funny when I order a grande and tell them my name is Ariana." He teases. I can just picture the last time he did that. The old lady who worked there was anything but amused but I nearly peed myself laughing.
"God, I miss you." He sighs. My body stiffens. All the memories of that night come rushing back to me. He didn't even want to fight for us. We wouldn't have to be in this situation.
"That's not my fault, it was your choice to leave". I blurt out without even thinking. I want to take those words back into my mouth, because I regret saying those words. Harry slowly turns his cold gaze toward me.
"You seemed like you wanted me to leave!" He yelled, letting out a groan. "You were so much happier with Niall, I couldn't get in the way of that." My throat became dry.
"You though I wanted you to leave? You thought that I was happier with Niall?" I asked him. He took a breath.
"It seemed like you wanted to! I saw you making out with him, it's all I see now. You look so happy with him. I know I'll never be able to compete with him, so why bother? You're in still in love with him aren't you?" He argues back. I scrunch my eyebrows in annoyance.
"Harry Edward Styles, get your ass out of your head. I am a wreck right now, I am no where near happy with Niall. It's so miserable and forced that he was miserable about it and basically broke up with me last night. I was only with him cause I thought you didn't want me anymore." I groan in aggravation." I'm a horrid person because I'm only using him to get over you. I'm pretending to be okay and covering it up with Niall because It's the only way I know how to deal with things, and it's very bitchy of me. I know." I admit. "I let you leave because I thought that's what you wanted. But it turns out that we're both selfless dickwads who are willing to sacrifice our own happiness just to make each other happy. We both have our heads up our asses, and know we still want to be together so can we just kiss and make up already?" I finish. The tension in the air seems to fade and Harry smiles ear to ear at me.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around me in a long needed embrace.
"Me too."
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"So are we all slightly emotionally stable now?" I ask the two boys. They both nod. The three of us have decided to just talk things out. We got a lot solved in that amount of time. I'm the mutual problem, but it seems as though Niall's given up on us happening. He may still have some feelings for me, but we both know in our short time with each other that we would be a mess. Being with Niall was hard, for many reasons. Our short relationship must have been hard for him too. It was only a week, but it was quite possibly the shittiest week for all of us.
"We weren't going to work anyways. Too much back and forth between us." Niall smiles sheepishly. He's been caught in the middle of this whole mess, I feel bad for him. He seems to be doing better however, we all do. But at the same time, if not for my juvenile crush on him, I wouldn't have Harry. I wouldn't trade my time with these two for anything.
"Can we all be friends now without the awkward paranoia we all seem to have of not being good enough?" Harry asks casually.
"Yes please. Sorry about everything by the way." Niall says apologetically. Harry shrugs.
"It's over now so whatever." He smiles. Mari walks into the room as if she's murdered a newborn baby. What could possibly be wrong?
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it appears as though there is a slight problem with Harry and Eve being back together." Mari speaks. "See, you both are under contract. All your relationships have to appear steady and healthy to the media. In order for that to happen, all your relationships have to last for longer than a year.
And in that moment, I swear. We all took a shit in our pants.
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"I hate this, I hate Mari, I hate everyone." I mumble to myself while walking to the building.
"Same." Niall mumbles. He wiggles his fingers in mine. "Your hands are sweating." He complains. Harry is sulking beside me.
"Do you want me to hold your hand Niall?" Harry offers as he raises his hand for Niall to see. Harry's hand is visibly sweating and it's all gross and icky. I can feel Niall's shuddering and he wiggles his hand out of mine.
"I hope you have sweaty hand babies one day. Gross." He mumbles. We walk in silence for a while until we finally reach the building.
Harry and I go off to the side to get our hair and makeup done while harry complains about not needing makeup since he looks flawless or something vain along those lines. We get Mics hooked onto us and get ready for the Ellen Show.
Oh did I not mention it's the Ellen show? Because it's the fricken Ellen show. I am going to lie to Ellen and the whole world about my relationship.
I hate this, I love Ellen.
Music starts to play and I feel so nervous. The show is about to start and I have to lie and dear lord help. This is horrible, stupid fucking contract. I look to Harry who is equally as nervous. I cover his mouth with my hand and kiss him quickly. To others, it seems like we are just whispering. I'm so smart.
Harry seems fazed by the kiss and I feel a lot less nervous. Ellen calls us out and I take Harry's hand in mine and walk out towards motherfucking Ellen. Freaking Ellen.
We sit down and freaking Ellen just gets down to business.
“So, there’s been a lot of controversy about you two recently.” She starts. I look at Harry and smile nervously.
“Yeah, its been quite a ride for us too.” I respond.
“So, you and Eve broke up as a couple because she cheated on you with your song writer, Niall? Is that the story? Tell us what really happened.” Ellen pries. I rack my mind for the story that Mari fed us, but I just can’t bring myself to say it. Thankfully, Harry can.
“What really happened was that Eve and I were starting to realize that our love was really just a result of being trapped in the same house for a year. We’re more or less best friends rather than boyfriend and girlfriend.” He grimaces. All i can think about is how my stomach is churning. I hate this so much, all I want is just to kiss Harry in front of all these people and tell them, “Hey! We are in love, I just fucked up!”
“We’re just friends.” I spit out, knowing that Mari is surely to have my ass whooped for this less than believable performance.
“only friends". I add.
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