Leave Me [h.s] (On hold)

Chapter 37

Chapter 37- Ruins

-Noelle's POV-

It took far too long for me to fully realize what I was doing, what was happening between Harry and I. And god, had I wanted to just stay there kissing him forever. But I knew all too well that I couldn't do that, because Harry was not mine.

I pulled my mouth away from his, looking up into his questioning eyes. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to him. What should I tell him? That this couldn't happen between us even though I wanted it to happen so badly.

I had never lied to Harry, and I wasn't about to start. So I did the only thing that I knew how to do when I was faced with conflict, I ran. I pushed past Harry and sprinted out into the street, rain pounding down onto me, soaking me to the very core.

I was aware that Harry was trying to chase after me, he was shouting my name desperately, trying so hard to make me stop. I didn't stop though, I couldn't stop.

I didn't know where I was running, I didn't know when I would ever stop. I just kept going, the cool rain mixing with the hot tears on my cheeks. It took an immense amount of willpower for me to not stop in my tracks and rush back to him, back into his arms. I was weak, especially when it came to Harry.

***

After I had run from the park, I came to the quick conclusion that I hardly had anywhere to go other than back to Harry's house, and that obviously wasn't an option for me. So I ended up back at the only other place I knew, Niall's house.

It was rude to show up like I did, dripping wet and sobbing on their doorstep. I can only imagine what his parents think of me, they probably only let me in out of pity.

"Noelle. You need to talk to me. I mean, you just showed up at my door sobbing. I need some answers here babe." Niall said from where he was sprawled out on his bed.

"Niall-" I started to reason, but he wasn't having it.

"And why here of all places? I mean, you normally go straight to Harry when you're upset, well at least that's what he told me." Niall pondered.

I dropped my eyes to my shaking hands, where they laid in my lap. I was sat in Nialls desk chair, my hair dripping wet and clinging to the sides of my face. My tears had dried onto my cheeks, leaving my skin feeling tight like it always does when I cry.

"Unless... unless Harry is part of the problem here?" Niall asked knowingly. I just nodded at him sadly. "Shit. What did he do? Do I need to kick his ass for you? Don't think I won't do it, because it's happened before. God, I'm sorry Noelle, the guy's an idiot sometimes." Niall rambled on, trying to lift my spirits.

"You don't have to beat his ass... he didn't really do anything except..." I started, trying hard to form the right words.

"What?" Niall pressed.

"Except kiss me." I said, hardly above a whisper. Saying the words, made me think of Zayn. I had betrayed him, I had kissed Harry back. I filled with guilt, and tears threatened my eyes once again. I didn't want to do that to Zayn, I didn't want to hurt him again.

"He what?!" Niall said, cracking an enthusiastic smile. Why the fuck would he be smiling at a time like this? Is he nuts?

"Niall, Harry and I kissed." I repeated, louder this time, embracing the pain that came along with the statement with open arms.

"Well final-fucking-ly! Took him long enough, damn." Niall exclaimed, sitting up on his bed as he spoke with far too much enthusiasm.

"Niall." I said, giving him the most incredulous look that I could muster up.