Hostage (a One Direction story)

Chapter Thirteen

Jae's P.O.V.

"Jae...were you listening?" asks Liam.

"What?! Listening? Umm, no? Listening to what? I had just dropped my earring, and I was, er, picking it up." I stammer, looking away guiltily.

He raises an eyebrow. "If you say so..." I see him glance at my ears quickly. Fuck! I'm not wearing earrings!

Thankfully, he is distracted as a heavy weight slams into his back and legs wrap around his waist. He falls forwards, tripping painfully over my leg, and falls hard onto the ground in a tangle of arms and legs with his attacker - Louis, who is laughing his head off.

"LOUIS!!" he growls, turning around and sweeping his legs out to kick him.

His feet collide with someone else's  and, with a squeal, Harry trips into the body-pile forming outside the door.

"Vat's happenin' out there?" yells Zayn, and I only manage a choked groan amidst the squeals, laughs and giggles of Louis, Harry and Liam - half of whom are on top of me.

"OI, YA CUNTS, DON'T MAKE ME COME OUT tHERE AND SHUT YE UP MESELF!" shouts Niall.

"OOOOH, the leprechaun is aaaaangryyyy!" sings Harry, and I hear a grunt before more wait crushes my chest. Niall probably did a swan dive on top of us.

I laugh breathlessly, my legs tangled with Harry's and one of my arms caught under Louis - or is it Liam? - and my head buried under somebody's arms.

"MMMMMMFGHGHSHG!" I try to shove the person on top of me, but to no avail.

"I'll save you!" somebody dives into the pile and I laugh again.

"Not doing such a good job of it, eh?" I snort.

Finally, a hand wraps around my wrist and hauls me out of the body pile. I lurch forward into the chest of my savior and look up to see deep blue-green eyes staring into me. Niall has his arms wrapped tightly around me, our faces inches apart.

He smells sweet, like cologne, and something else that I can't quite place. I'm lost in his eyes, in the shifting, mesmerizing colors, my lips slightly parted, when a hand fastens around my ankle and brings me crashing back to the ground - and reality.

"Ouch! Harry!" I hit the offender on the arm, maybe a little harder than necessary, and glare at him. Totally ruined the moment, the cheeky bastard.

He laughs and lets go of my leg, me getting up in a huff. "I'm going to my room!" I call over my shoulder, leaving behind the brawling boys.

I can't help but notice Niall standing, looking dazed and lost, off to the side, his eyes still wide and mouth open. I giggle to myself as I shut the door to the room. I still have a dopey grin plastered on my face when a knock sounds on my door.

"Yes?" I ask, opening the door. I look up and see Harry, his curls in disarray as he smiles down at me.

"I just wanted to say goodnight. The rest of the boys turned in." Before I can say anything, he leans down and kisses my cheek, then disappears into his room.

Oh shit.

I shut the door and lean against it, sliding down the smooth wood surface until I hit the floor.

Harry Styles just gave me a kiss on the cheek. A fluttery feeling developed in my stomach. Do I...do I have a crush on him? My mind immediately turns to Niall - the way he looked into my eyes, the way his crooked grin always seemed to appear when I walked into the room. How can I have a crush on Harry when I like Niall so much?

Fuck.

Love triangle.