Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 11 - Slipped Hands

Harry's POV

I sat there on my couch. She lives with Niall, it's not hard for Niall to get someone in his bed. He's the Irish one. I say in my head making a face. Nothing could get my mind off of Nyla. Her light, but dark brown eyes. Her brown hair. Just everything I noticed about her. And all in general her.

The thought that I could never have her actually destroyed me. I can't give up easily, can I?

Niall's POV

I sat there smiling at Nyla, the kiss was just unexplainable. The more I smiled the smaller her smile got. "What's wrong?" I asked her. She just placed my guitar back on to my lap and stood up. "Nyla?" I questioned.

She turned around, her arms crossed. All she did was glare at me so unsure. Then we walked away. I tilted my head to the side a bit wondering what was up with her. She walked out of my flat. Why though? I can't sit here and just keep asking my self. I ran right after her.

Opening my front door I turned my head to look down one way of the hallway than the other. Nothing, taking a chance I ran one way. Still nothing. Then came to where we made it outside of the building. Nothing. "Where could she have gone?" I asked my self.

Then I herd snapshots. "Shit." I mutter, she hasn't changed out of her hoodie and everyone's seen her in it. They all probably things she's a guy, but she doesn't want to be seen. Nyla was getting bombarded with fans and pictures.

I ran and just pushed her behind me slightly cover as many camera's as I could with my hand. I felt Nyla slip out from behind me. She's not escaping, not from my sight. I pushed through the crowd, it wasn't the best thing to do, but I had to.

Running I could see Nyla running. Just chasing her I lost her in a big crowd of people that walked by. Why's she running?

Nyla's POV

Everything was going perfect. I couldn't tell with who thought, Niall or Harry. Just the fact that a ton of drama would start in between them didn't excite me. I mean, most girls would probably start jumping around getting read to know that two lads from One Direction are fighting over them.

Just what if I never went back. 

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I sat there down an alley way thinking, one weather I should go back to Niall's or Harry's. Niall is it that he's little Irish moves are sexually attracting me? Harry, their just feelings, but not strong ones. Their still feelings.

Maybe one chance won't hurt?

Niall's POV

"Mate calm down. I bet she'll be here soon."

"Sure." I mutter slamming the door to my room. "She's with him, I just know it."

"Niall just come out?" Zayn pleaded.

"I don't want to so go away!" I shouted.

I could hear Zayn sigh right outside my door. He left. He left my flat. Maybe to go see Perrie. At least he's happy, right? I sighed and just set on the edge of my bed. My hands ran through my hair. The memory that only happened so long ago came to me.

I kissed Nyla, she kissed back. Why can't she just love me as much as I love her? I haven't felt this in so long. It's a dream to me. My room door opened and I got startled. "Nyla?" I whisper.

Then I noticed it was the same girl who wanted something more with me. "I'm back." She whispered in a fail sexy voice.

"How'd you get in?" I asked.

"The door was unlocked." She muttered pushing my down on to the bed.

"Uh, I really don't want to." I tell her.

She climbed over on top of me. She placed one of my hands on her bum, she clenched my hand which made me clench her bum. "You like that?" She whispered sitting on top of my crotch.

I honestly didn't. I promised my self I wouldn't and I won't. "I don't want to." I repeated.

She started grinding while taking her shirt off in front of my face. The urge was coming back, but I can't. She took my hands and placed them under her bum making me clench it. She just continued to grind. "S-stop." I stuttered.

"Shh." Is all she said.

I herd my front door open. Then she stood there. She dropped something that she held in her hands. Her hands just went up to cover her mouth than she ran. "It's not what it looks like!" I shout telling the truth. It looked like it, but it wasn't going to happen.

I pushed her off from on top of me and ran after Nyla. "Nyla!" I shouted chasing right behind her.

"Niall go away." She shouted.

I caught up to her and just pushed her against the wall. Letting my strength hold her down I relaxed having a chance to notice how close I was to her. "It wasn't what it looked like." I whisper in hope she would believe me, cause it was true.

Nyla took a breathe trying to get out of my light grip. "So that's why she was on top of you getting naked?!" She shouted in a whisper.

 Nyla tried slipping out of my grip again. "Look, Nyla I sear it wasn't. I wasn't going to do it. I-I"

Nyla stopped struggling and looked at me. "You what?" She asked?

"I stopped for you..." My voice trailed off.

I let go of Nyla once I said it. Her eyes twinkled like a star in the sky. She slightly took my hand and put s nice grip on it. "You really didn't have to..." Her voice trailed off this time.

"What?" I asked anxious to know.

"You didn't have to."

"Yes, I did cause I wanted to prove to you that I love you, and I would stop anything just to have a chance."

Nyla looked at me. "Uh..." I didn't give her a chance to speak anymore. I crashed my lips into hers. We fit like a puzzle peace. Our tongues danced together. We leaned back against the wall. My hands on the wall for support, her hands tugging on my shirt.

Nyla stopped. "We can't." She muttered panting a bit.

"Why?" I asked with a small pant.

"Were in a hallway and were not even dating. We just kiss all the time but it me-"

Nyla stopped. "It means..."

"It means something..." She muttered.

"So you feel something?!" I yelled a bit.

Nyla covered my mouth and giggled. "I'll explain my feeling in your room alright?" I gave her a wink and she blushed. "Not those!" She shouted.

We started walking towards my flat that was down the hall. I took the chance that we were side by side and just snatched her hand into mine. Hands so soft like cloud I bet. She's just my everything. If only there was a way of getting her to forget Harry...