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

Chapter 7

I woke up with a major headache, a queasy stomach, and a feeling that I had done something incredibly stupid. I groaned and rolled over, only to hit someone else.

That’s funny, I thought. I didn’t sleep over at Niall’s house. Then I noticed the dark curly hair, and I suddenly felt a feeling of dread wash over me.

“Harry?” I asked. I didn’t want him to respond. It may sound bad, but I was hoping he was dead.

“Hmph.” He groaned and rolled over towards me. Yup, it was definitely Harry. He wearily opened his eyes and blinked at me.

“Good morning,” he said, smiling at me. I was stunned at first. Why did he have to be so attractive?

I gained my composure and scoffed, “Hardly. I just cheated on Niall, and even better, with his band mate. And you….you screwed your band mate’s girlfriend!”

I expected Harry to look remorseful, or even taken aback by my accusation, but instead he shrugged. It only infuriated me more.

“Don’t shrug at me! I’m dead! If anyone saw us last night….I don’t even want to think about that,” I admitted. I was about to get up when I realized I was naked. I don’t know why I was so surprised by this, but I was. I gasped as I realized my clothes were strewn across the floor.

Harry laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh.

“I’d be more worried about people talking about you kissing that loser last night. I didn’t catch his name. What was it?” he asked, grinning.

“Mason. And he wasn’t a loser. You’re a bigger loser than him,” I shot back. I didn’t really mean it, but it was the only comeback I could think of in Mason’s defense.

Harry’s smile faded, and now he looked serious.

“Why do you say that?” he asked. He searched my face with his green eyes.

I looked away. I didn’t want to look into those green eyes and get lost in them. I also didn’t trust the feeling that was washing over me. It was too close to love.

“Lisa…” Harry said, reaching towards my face. I pushed away his hand.

“Don’t call me that,” I said, my voice cracking just a little.

Harry sat back. He looked hurt.

“Okay,” he said. “What do you want me to call you? Annalise? I know you hate that name.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, looking up.

Harry shrugged.

“You always wince when someone calls you that. Like Niall,” he pointed out.

“I do not!” I scoffed.

Harry laughed.

“Yes, you do. You narrow your eyes just so, and most people don’t notice. But I….” he trailed off, looking embarrassed.

I finished for him. “You notice.”

Harry looked up, and we ended up staring at each other again. I wanted so badly to kiss him, to take his face in my hands and run my hands through his hair.

I was the one who broke first.

“What happened last night was a mistake,” I said, getting up, not caring that Harry was seeing me naked. If last night really did happen, then this wasn’t the first time he’d seen me naked.

I pulled on my underwear and bra. I looked at Harry over my shoulder. He was sitting up in bed, staring at me. He looked like he wanted to say something.

“What?’ I said, turning back to him, my anger rising. “You don’t agree with me?”

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked away before responding.

“Lisa…last night…” he trailed. He finally sighed and looked at me earnestly. “Last night was not a mistake,” he said firmly.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Harry sighed again. He was about to say something when my cell rang.

It had fallen out of my purse and was lying under my shirt. I picked it up and immediately felt a feeling of dread.

“Shhhhit,” I groaned. “It’s Niall. What do I say? What do I say?” I turned to Harry for answers. “What if he’s at my flat? What do I say?”

Harry looked as worried as I felt. “Say you crashed here. That you were too tired to go home. It works out, since my flat’s closer to the club than yours.”

I nodded. I picked up and tried to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Niall?” I asked.

“Hey, Annalise. I’m at your flat. Where are you?” he asked.

I repressed a groan. Why did the worst case scenario have to happen to me?

“Um…I crashed at Harry’s. Too tired to go home,” I tried.

Instead of accusing me of cheating on him, he laughed.

“Too drunk, you mean,” he said. “Kay, I’ll just go over there.”

“No!” I said. Niall stopped laughing, and I instantly regretted it.

“I’m feeling a little hung over. I just want to go home,” I said. “Or maybe I’m coming down with what you had.” I added a cough for believability.

Niall was quiet. He was probably processing what I had just said.

“Okay…I need to talk to you, but I guess we can talk later. Do you want to meet for dinner tonight? At my place? I’ll cook,” he offered.

I thought it was best if I didn’t refuse. I was already pretty suspicious, and I didn’t want to give him any more reason to suspect what I had just done.

“Okay,” I said. “At six?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Oh and Annalise?” he asked.

“Yes?” I was worried what he would say next.

“Wear something nice…I want to finish what we started when…you know…”

“Don’t worry. I will,” I laughed.

“Okay, well…love you.”

“Love you too, bye,” I said.

“Bye.” He hung up and I let out a big sigh. I glanced back at Harry, who was staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” said Harry, looking away. “What he have to say?”

I was still mad at him. I decided to hurt him the best way I could.

“He wants to have sex with me tonight. We’re planning it,” I said coldly. I saw Harry wince as he stared out the window.

I turned away, pulling on my skirt and t-shirt.

“I’m leaving now, Harry. Enjoy the rest of your life,” I said. As I walked out of the room, I glanced back at Harry for a quick second. He was still staring out the window, his face a mixture of emotions, a closed book, an expression I couldn’t read.

I walked out of the room without a second glance.