Daddy Horan

t w e l v e

Lana's P.O.V

Niall turned around and headed towards his car. My voice caught in my throat. I don't want him to leave me. I may not love him, but honestly, its been almost a week. This is going by so fast. But I feel stupid butterflies in my stomach with him. I have strong urges to kiss him and hold him. I want him to be with me all the time... I can't let him go.

"N-niall." I quickly stuttered. Where did my confidence go?

I knew he heard me but he didn't stop walking. I felt something rip inside my chest. The emptiness filled in me as I saw him drive away.

"I'm so sorry, Harry, but I have to leave." I was walked off from his porch ready to get Niall.

"But Lana, you can't go with him! He's bad for you and you know it!" Harry practically begged me. I knew Niall was bad but he was my bad.

"You don't decide what's good or what's bad for me." I continued to walk. Had I done wrong to say that I didn't feel anything for Niall. What have I done wrong? What is wrong...

"Ugh, fine but I'll drive you because I don't want you walking alone." Harry huffed.

"Okay..." I was hesitant about letting Harry drive me. Now that Niall confused me, I don't know how I feel about anyone.

He quickly went inside to get his keys. He opened the door for me and I said a small 'thank you'. He turned on the engine, going straight to my house. The ride was quiet as classical music swiftly filled up the car. It confused me as to why someone like Harry would listen to classical music. He looked like the type that would listen to heavy metal. It didn't bother me though, I prefer this instead of someone screaming into my ear.

"I didn't know you were the type of person that listened to classical music." I said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, it keeps me calmed down." He gripped the steering wheel and gave me a small glare. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Calmed down?

"And what do you like?" He asked rather quickly and I saw his face turn red. The same thing Marcel did.

"Um, mostly indie and Pop."

"Oh, that's nice. I like that too, but mostly classic and the '80's. Anything classic really." He turned to the front paying attention to the road and the silence continued. I wondered what Harry was like.

After 5 minutes, we are on front of my house. I tried to find Niall's car but there was nothing. Maybe he wasn't home after all.

"Well, thanks Harry. I'll see you tomorrow." I thanked him. As I was about to leave the car, I felt his hand on my thigh. I gulped. I never felt someone touch my thigh before, just Niall. It felt weird and uncomfortable. It didn't feel right with Harry and I didn't know why but I felt bad.

"Bye, Lana." He smirked and a couple of seconds later he slowly got his hand away from my thigh. Shivers ran down my spine.

I got out of the car quickly. I wanted to slap him and say "Bye Felicia," but I wouldn't do that since he gave me a ride and I didn't want to be rude.

I saw his car drive away and I went inside hoping to find Niall and forget about this mess.

I came running inside the door trying to find Niall but there was no sign of him anywhere.

"Niall!" I yelled, hoping to find him. What would I do if he wasn't here?

I looked for him everywhere. The kitchen, the living room, and his room. Still no sign of him.

I don't know why he has this affect on me. I never worried about no one before, and it felt kinda weird. The last option was to call him. I hoped that he would answer me after what I told him.

I pulled out my phone and started to dial him. After the phone started to ring, I started walking all over the house.

"Hello?" I heard his thick Irish accent through the phone. His voice was deep and raspy.

"Hey I just called you to ask where you were because I came back to the house and you weren't here." I bet I sounded so desperate and worried but I didn't care.

"Oh, uh hey. I was just doing something that I had to do." He let out a small chuckle.

"Like what?"

"Um at school..." He said suspeciouly. I knew he was hiding something.

"Oh, okay... Sorry if I called you. I know that your a busy man." I didn't want to ask any more questions because I knew he was gonna start getting mad at me for asking.

"Hey Lana, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner? J-just as friends since you know what..." Niall asked me before I was about to hang up on him.

"Uh, yeah sure. So friendly date then?" I could feel my cheeks getting red. I wanted to scream and squeal but I couldn't.

"Yeah...friendly date" I already could see him smirking over the phone. "Okay well I'll pick you up in 3 hours. sharp." He added, rather demanding.

"Niall, what's the real reason why you wanna take me out for dinner?" I was curious about this "friendly date". I had just told him how I felt about him. Well, not actually.

"Well first, I'm too lazy to cook." He chuckled. I loved how he laughed, one of the things I like about him.

"And I know I was such a pain in the ass, plus for the-" He coughed. "The incedent earlier today... you know that I'm very sorry, So just think of this "friendly date" as an apologize from me." His voice was full of hope

"It's okay. I knew you wouldn't do that to me on purpose. You care about me and I can see that. " I tried to convince myself that since it all happened so I could forgive him and be with him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry again. Well I have to go and wear something pretty." I sighed and tried to imagine what I would wear.

"Wear something elegant if you can." He chuckled.

"Like what? I don't have nothing to wear." I did have clothes to wear but I didn't any have elegant clothes.

"Of course you do! Wear that dress in your closet from the one that we first met." I knew he was talking about the red dress that I wore on the party...when Niall and I were practically gonna have sex in my room."Oh, and those pretty gold earrings."

"And how do you know?!" I couldn't believe he had gone through my stuff.

"A man never tells his secrets."

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Bleh. -amy