Tell Me a Lie

Matchmaker

"Why does he have to be such a jerk!?" I yell to nobody in particular. "Why does it have to be so hard? Why do I have to choose?" There's a knock on the door. I look through the peep hole and open the door.

"What, Louis?" I ask not daring to look him in the eye. "What do you want?"

"I want you to explain this to me." He says holding out a magazine. 

"I don't care about Harry and Farrah." I tell him not looking at the cover. "Look, Lou. I'm not in the mood to talk right now, okay?"

"Just look at it Callie." He tells me extending his arm further. I take the magazine from his hand. Styles writes a song for his 'ex' girlfriend.

"You should listen to it, Cal." He says. 

"How? When did this happen?" I ask.

"This is what Harry was doing with Farrah, Cal. We recorded it with him as soon as it was finished. I should've told you sooner. Harry made me promise that it would be a suprise." I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stand there dazed. I hurt Harry. I slammed the door in his face. He was trying to apologize.  I am a horrible person. I kissed Niall. I kissed his best friend and enjoyed it. I hate myself. I'm a horrible person. "Go talk to him, Callie." Louis said. I handed the magazine back and rushed out the door, down the hall, and knocked on Harry's door. Liam answered, wearing nothing but boxers. I stared up into his face, trying desperately not to make this awkward.

"Hello." Liam says cocking a half smile. I can't help it. I burst out laughing. I try to regain my control.

"I need to talk to Harry." I tell him. "I need to apologize."

"He's gone. Probably at the park." Liam tells me.

"Thanks Liam." I smile turning around. I head out the door into the cool air toward the park Niall and I had passed on our first date. Just as Liam predicted, Harry is there sitting on a bench, his back to me. I creep up behind him.

"Harry, I need to apologize for being stupid." I tell him. He turns around slowly.

"Sit." He commands. I do as he says and sit next to him.

"I saw you wrote the song, and I talked to Louis." I tell him. "I'm so sorry Harry. Please forgive me. Please take me back."

"What about Niall?" He asks. My thoughts turn to the Irish boy and his sweet personality. I couldn't bear hurting him.

"We'll find him a new girlfriend." I say. The words fly out of my mouth before I can process them.

"Who?" Harry asks, stunned by the outburst.

"Her." I point to a blonde girl sitting alone across from us. Her freckled face and Aeropostale shirt gave away that she was American. I get up and walk over to her. 

"Hi I'm Callie. I noticed you were alone and this might sound awkward, but are you waiting for someone?" I ask her.

"No." She replies. "I just kind of like to people watch. I'm Morgan." 

"Morgan, do you know who Niall Horan is?" I ask. She nods her head frantically.

"And I know who you are too. And tell Harry that I can easily tell it's him even with sunglasses and his hood up." I laugh.

"Well, Harry and I were wondering if you'd like to meet Niall."