*Skylar’s POV*
The night was actually quite fun. More than I expected. I beat Niall at bowling and he paid for my food and drinks. The night was amazing. He kissed me softly every once in a while. After we finished our date we went home. He kissed me on the cheek and walked me onto the porch of the house. “I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” I say with a giggle.
“I guess so.” With that said, we walked into the house.
“Oh, look at the happy couple.” I heard Liam say as Louis made kissy faces. I decided to ignore them and walk to my room. I was about to plop myself onto the unmade bed when I noticed Harry was sitting there.
“What are you doing here?” I ask Harry, a little frightened.
“Skylar... I really like you.” Harry uttered out.
I look up at him in disbelief. He had to be joking. I refused to believe it.
“No you don’t!” I snapped at him for no reason. “You’re probably just grateful for me saving you.”
“No, that’s not it!” he says trying to calm me down.
“You don’t have to lie. I’m still that loser girl you bumped into on the first day.” I say as a tear slipped out of my eye.
I could feel his warm body leaning closer; before I could realize what he was doing he kissed me. I was shocked. I tried to pull away but he had a strong grip and wasn’t planning on letting go of me. I decided there was no point of struggling. He had a tight grip. I heard the door burst open. I tried to struggle again but Harry took some time before pulling away. I turn to see Niall’s hurt face. I see him run to his room. Before leaving, I slapped Harry with force I never knew I had. I ran towards Niall’s room.
“Niall. It isn’t what you think.” I say quietly.
“You, the girl I really like, kissing one of my best mates.” He said as tears streaming down his face.
“He kissed me! You got it all wr-” he cut me off.
“Do you like him?” Niall said with no expression at all.
I didn’t really know what to say. I thought about it. I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it. My silence must’ve been an answer to him. “I think we should stop seeing each other.” His words were icy cold. It felt like a knife was thrown deep into my heart. I actually believed this relationship would work. I felt hurt. I didn’t know what to do.
“WHAT THE HELL NIALL?” I screamed in fury. I didn’t do anything, I thought to myself. I stormed out of the room and down the hall to my room.
No one seemed to notice me as I ran out the room. My face was red. Tears were streaming down my cheek.
“OUT. NOW.” I yelled towards Harry who was still on my bed. But he didn’t obey. He grabbed me and flung his arms around me.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be alright.” He said. His voice actually soothing me. I started to cry even more. Harry had a firm grip on me though; he pulled my head to his chest. And my tears were sinking in his shirt. I was too depressed to argue with him. He carried me to my bed and pulled the covers over me.
*The Next Day*
I woke up with a headache. I walked to the mirror in the room and my eyes were red and puffy. For the time being I remember the amazing date I had with Niall. It was truly breath-taking. I’ve never really felt that way on a date before. I should go give him a good morning kiss, I thought to myself. I reached for the door handle and it all hit me. I remember everything that happened after the date. I was soon filled with rage. I looked towards my bed and there was Harry. Snoring, like usual. I groaned in disgust. But for someone reason I couldn’t be mad at him.
I headed for the shower. I turned on the warm water to calm myself down. As soon as I finished, I didn’t wait for any of the boys to finish, I just couldn't deal with seeing any of their faces right now. I wrote a note telling them I’ll see them at school and such. I then left the house an hour before they usually wake up. School wasn't going to be open, so I decided to walk home.
