I Would {A Harry Styles and Niall Horan Fan-Fic} (Completed!)

Chapter 5

The next day I talked to Adrian. I hated admitting to Adrian that he was right, but keeping it from him would have been worse. I have such a guilty conscience.

“Definitely drifting apart,” he said. “If you can’t have sex, then there’s definitely something wrong.”

I rolled my eyes. Adrian believed that the more sex there was in a relationship, the better it was. I hated to point out that the only successful relationship he’d ever had was with his model girlfriend, and I hardly considered it “successful”.

“Sex is not what makes a relationship successful,” I pointed out. “There’s a lot that goes into it.”

Now it was Adrian’s turn to roll his eyes.

“But in the end, it all comes down to sex,” he said, wagging a finger at me like I was some demonic pupil. “The amount you have determines how well you two get along. In your case, you and Niall have no sex and get along mediocrely. Which, in my opinion, is pretty good. But you want – “

“More, I know,” I said wearily. “Maybe I’m the one wanting too much. After all, some people say that a relationship is a compromise.”

Adrian wagged his finger again. “That’s what the people with the mediocre relationships say,” he pointed out. “Which, I may point out, is who you are. A person in a mediocre relationship.”

“Not all relationships are about passion!” I shouted, waving my hands in the air. I instantly regretted it when Adrian folded into himself. “Adrian, I’m sorry. But that’s my perspective on things. And I know you’re trying to help. I appreciate it.”

Adrian half-smiled.

“My advice is good, isn’t it? It helps?” he asked earnestly.

“Yeah, it does. You help me put a perspective on things,” I said, smiling.

Adrian smiled again, then sighed before continuing.

“Lisa, did you ever think that maybe Niall isn’t right for you?” he asked, looking at me with his brown eyes.

I immediately shot him down.

“No, he’s right for me. We’re just going through a rough patch, that’s all,” I said, shaking my head. I didn’t want Adrian to know that he had basically echoed my thoughts that I’ve been having lately. Last night, lying in my bed instead of Niall’s, I thought about how Niall seemed so distant towards me. The once romantic Niall I had known was gone, replaced by a guy who barely noticed me at all. I thought it was a phase, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe Niall wasn’t right for me after all.

Adrian didn’t say anything. He looked tired, even though it couldn’t be more than noon in L.A.

“Well,” he said. “I got to go. See you…Annalise.”

Adrian hung up, leaving me with a churning stomach and a doubtful mind.

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The turning point for me was definitely when Niall canceled on me.

“But Niall!” I whined over the phone. I was lying on my ottoman in my living room, looking out over the Thames. “You promised!”

I heard Niall sigh. I could see him running his free hand through his hair, looking dejected and tired.

“I know I did. But I’m not feeling too well,” he said. “I think I may be sick, and I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I don’t care!” I nearly shouted. “I don’t mind getting sick as long as we can spend some time together!”

Niall sighed again, and I realized that I was fighting a battle that I’d already lost. Niall wasn’t going to go out with me to the Storm Nightclub, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Fine,” I said. “I guess I can go alone. Or maybe find someone else who can come with me.”

“I can see if one of the boys can go with you,” said Niall earnestly. I felt my heart rise just a little bit, not for the prospects of having someone come along with me, but the fact that Niall would go out of his way to at least give me a good time.

“That’d be great,” I said. “Thanks Niall. Hope you feel better.”

“Thanks. Have fun tonight. I love you,” he said before hanging up, not even giving me time to say “I love you” back.

I felt a little dejected when I hung up. Niall almost seemed to go out of his way just to not hang out with me. Was he cheating on me? Was he bored with our relationship? Did he find someone else? I shook my head, trying to get all those thoughts out of my mind. They were just too hurtful to keep.

Fifteen minutes later, Niall called me.

“Liam, Zayn, and Louis can’t go. They’re all hanging out with their girlfriends,” Niall reported. “They’re really sorry.”

I sighed. Maybe I wouldn’t go out tonight.

“Harry can go. He said he’ll pick you up at nine,” Niall said.

Niall isn’t aware of my distaste for Harry. I just don’t have the heart to tell him.

“He…agreed to it?” I asked.

“Yeah, actually, I didn’t even have to ask. He offered,” said Niall happily.

Now I was really surprised. Harry had offered to take me out? There was something wrong here.

“Are you okay?” Niall asked. “You feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m fine. See you Niall. Love you.”

I hung up and sat down on my couch. My world was spinning out of control, and I had no control over it anymore. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and before I knew it, I was crying. I was crying because I was lost, confused, and unsure of what was going to happen in the coming hours.