Ninas London (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 34

A/N: WARNING:

MAY BRING TEARS TO YOUR EYES IF YOU ARE ATTACHED TO THE MAIN CHARACTER!

IF THAT'S YOU^ THEN GOOD LUCK WITH THIS CHAPPIE CAUSE I CRIED HORRIBLY AFTER I READ IT ):

Enjoy?

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"I'll pay him," Caitlin tells me as the cab pulls up to the hotel. "Go! I'll wait in the lobby!"

"Thanks," I tell her, before running through the doors. It's been at least half an hour since the numbers were posted. That means for thirty minutes the guys have been thinking that I totally betrayed them all, that I'm a lousy snitch who shared their phone numbers with the whole world. I know they'll believe me when I explain everything, though. They have to.

I finally find the elevators and punch for the third floor, waiting impatiently as people pile in and out. I use my nervous energy to rehearse a quick explanation. Guys, I know it looks like I tweeted your numbers, but I didn't, Phoebe did, she got into Harry's phone and I forgot my room key and she snuck into my room, hacked into my Twitter account, and posted everything. Yes. This will work out fine.

The elevator takes what seems like hours to reach the third floor. When the doors finally open, I push through the people and speed walk down the hall. 320, 321, 322... 326, 327, 328. This is it.

I lift up my hand to knock on the door, but I stop when I hear muffled voices on the other side. It's the boys, probably trash talking about me and how low of a person I am. I can imagine Niall calling me a cunt, Liam asking everyone why I would ever do this, Louis calling me out, Zayn silently seething in anger, and then Harry.

Harry thinking that everything we had done together was a lie. Every laugh we shared, inside joke we made, worthless. He's probably deleting that Instagram picture of me on the London Eye. Or worse, mentally deleting me from his life. Hating himself for wasting so much time with me in the past few days. The pang in my chest turns into adrenaline, and without thinking I knock on the door. The voices stop.

I catch my breath as I hear footsteps walking up to the door. The knob slowly turns, and I watch as the door creaks open. A grey beanie, some brown curls, and one green eye peeks out at me. For a second Harry looks innocent and helpless, and my heart drops at the thought that he believes I purposely hurt him. I manage a small smile, but the door stays just slightly ajar.

I point to my grey beanie, then to his. "We're matching," I laugh quietly. Harry just stares at me, and then something I've never seen before flashes onto his face: anger. He rolls his eyes and walks back into his room, but I catch the door right before it locks shut.

"Harry!" I walk into the spacious suite, with a kitchenette and seating area, and an archway leading to the beds. The door joining this suite with the one next to it is open, and I can see Zayn and Liam watching TV in the other room. Louis and Niall are resting on the couch in front of me, and when they see me walk in they give me looks of pure hostility. It makes my head hurt, and I start to question why I'm here anyway.

"Harry! Just listen to me!" I plead. Harry walks faster and into the bedroom, but I keep following him. "Leave me alone," he mumbles, but I refuse to go without a fight. I step in front of him and he sighs loudly. "Just let me explain," I tell him quietly.

Harry turns around again and walks back into the living room. He sits next to Louis on the couch and the three stare up at me. Suddenly I feel alone. Maybe I should have let Caitlin and Eleanor come...

"There's nothing for you to explain," Harry says dryly. "You tweeted our numbers out." He turns back to the TV and kicks the volume up a notch.

"You honestly think I did that." It doesn't come out as a question, just as disbelief. The three keep their eyes glued to the Spiderman trailer. "Phoebe got your numbers! She hacked into my Twitter!"