Stuck With Me {A Niall Horan / Harry Styles Fan Fiction}

Chapter 20

RECAP: "Mar," he whispers, "That doesn't matter to me," and he kisses me once more before winking and getting off of me. I fall asleep, my mind racing.

MARY'S POV

When I first wake up, my mind is blissfully blank and free of thoughts. But then last night's events come rushing back to me. I stand up and make my way to the kitchen, stumbling and rubbing my groggy eyes. Harry's in the kitchen, playing with Logan. I stand smiling in the doorway for a moment, aware that he doesn't notice me. Harry looked so innocent like that, truly happy.

"Hey," I say, leaning against the door. Harry looks up in surprise.

"Oh, hey Mar. Didn't see you. You sleep well?"

I nod, and reach over, picking up Logan. "I should probably feed her," I say, going into Harry's bedroom. After feeding Logan, I sit for a while burping her and thinking about what to say. I wasn't sure I even liked Harry, but there he was, kissing me and cheating on Cate. I decided to just come out and say it, so I put Logan in her crib and march to the kitchen.

"Harry?" I ask, and he looks up from where he was sitting, eating breakfast and drinking tea.

"Yeah?"

This was it. Here we go. "Why'd you kiss me last night?" There. Easy.

Harry sighs, clearly taken by surprise. He pushes his messy bedhead hair out of his eyes and stand up. He gets close to me, too close for my liking. I subtly take a step back. "Mary, I. . .Isn't it obvious why I kissed you? I like you Mary. I like you a lot. And I know that we've been through a lot of drama, but I just thought that if I kissed you then you would realize how much I care about you, kissing you even though I'm in a relationship. I thought it would prove that we should be together."

"Harry," I say, "You're not making any sense. If you liked me why didn't you make a move instead of dating my worst enemy?"

Harry half-smiles, leaning against the doorway. "That was my stupid way of trying to make you jealous."

"Well," I say, pausing. "It worked." I look down, ashamed for admitting my fierce jealousy. I lean forward to kiss him, but to my surprise, Harry leans away. I look at him shocked. "Harry?" I ask.

"Look, Mary. I can't kiss you again, not yet. I'm still in a relationship with Cate, but I'll break up with her right before the party. Then we can dance all we want, show our love. Okay?" Harry asks with a smile.

"What party?" I ask, feeling very confused.

Harry looks at me funny, then a look of realization comes across his face. "Ohhh, we forgot to tell you. Niall's sobriety party is tonight. We're having it here at the hotel, and all his relatives and mates are coming out and stuff. It's gonna be awesome."

"Oh," I say, smiling inside at the thought of Niall. Then I pause. Why was I thinking about Niall? I like Harry. My own thoughts were making my head hurt, so I decided to go somewhere. "I'm going to go to the park with Logan," I say, halfway to her crib already.

"Oh, okay," Harry says, returning to the kitchen. I shut the door behind me, alone in the room with Logan.

"Loooogan," I whine, picking her up. "Be a baby forever. I don't want you to ever face the harsh reality known as feelings. Okay?" Logan stares at me blankly, a chubby smile on her face. "Aww," I coo, hugging her. "Kay," I say, strapping Logan in her stroller. "Let's go."

A few minutes later, I was out the door and in the elevator. The doors were about to close when Niall struts in. "Hey Mary," He says, then bends down to Logan. "Hey Logan!" He starts cooing, trying to make his daughter laugh, and it works. She giggles loudly, reaching out to him. I smile, getting a warm feeling in my heart. The whole family is together.

Finally Niall stoops up. "So where you headed?" He asks, coolly running his fingers through his hair. God, he was so hot. Wait, what? No, shut up Mary. You can only like one guy at a time and right now it's Harry. Goddamn stupid hormones. Reply, dammit!

"Oh," I say, trying to act cool, my mind racing. "Just out to the park. You?"

Niall shrugs, his lips forming a frown. "Nowhere, really. Louis sent me out for some party things."

I nod. "We could join you," I say.

Niall smiles. "Yeah, that would be great."

The elevator finally comes to a stop, letting us out. I follow Niall, expecting him to climb into a car. But he keeps walking down the street. My cheeks turn red as pedestrians stare at me, no doubt judging me and the fact that I'm a teen mom. My vision turns sharp, and all noises are blurred, replaced by a whooshing sound in my ears. God, I was so embarrassed. I needed to get off the street. I duck into a clothing store and run into the back, trying to get as far away from the public at possible. 

Luckily the dressing rooms were empty, so I rush into one, slamming it behind me. I sort of make a gasping noise to stop myself from just outright sobbing. The room was big, so I set Logan and her stroller in the farthest corner from where I was. She was asleep, and I would hate to wake her up from the sounds of my pitifulness.

Minutes later, I hear soft voices outside the door. "Is she in here?"

"Yes, I saw a girl run in here with a baby in a stroller."

"Okay, can you give us some alone time?" I recognize the voice of Niall, sounding worried.

I hear footsteps retreat, and I realize Niall is standing outside the door, alone. I hear a soft knock, then, "Mary?" I sniffle and trudge over to the door. This was a very fancy store, so the room was huge, about the size of a bedroom, with a fancy pink plush couch in the middle and a side table near the door with little mints in a bowl.

I slowly open the door, and look up to see Niall standing there, biting his lip and looking worried. "Mar?" he almost whispers. "You okay?" I shake my head, and shove myself into Niall's arms. "Tell Niall what's wrong," he says, leading me to the couch.

I sit down with a huff, my lip quivering. "It's embarrassing. When I go out there it seems like everyone is staring at me, that they can tell that I'm a teen mom. I feel like they can tell I had drunken sex, and that it was all a mistake. I'm afraid that they'll think I'm just a dirty whore."

Niall looks down, biting his lip as if he's trying to say something. "You know," he says with a small laugh. "We've never had sex that wasn't drunk sex." Suddenly the tension in the air is thick. Oh God, I think as I start fantasizing. I look down, afraid that if I look up, I'll give in and crash my lips against Niall's.

But the will is overbearing, and I look up. But before I do, I notice that Niall is a little, um, excited , as well. Everything goes by fast. Niall and I crash our lips together, and I willingly let his tongue slide into my mouth. I shake with anticipation, and I can feel Niall's excitement as well. We're both panting hard as he slides off my shirt and pants, and as I slowly unzip Niall's pants, I realize that I am just the worst type of person.

A/N:

Sorry to all those perverts, I'm not going any farther than that little bit there ;) Anywayyy, please comment and vote, it really means a lot!! :) -xoxo, hannah.