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

Chapter 9

I told Adrian the next day triumphantly that Niall and I had had sex.

“See? Our relationship is no longer mediocre,” I smirked. I was on cloud nine ever since last night. I had even slept over at Niall’s, making breakfast for us this morning.

“Oh, so you are admitting that your relationship was ‘mediocre’?” grinned Adrian. “Yes, I win!”

I glared at him.

“I’m not saying it was mediocre, I’m saying that we got a little distant with each other. That’s all,” I scoffed.

Adrian laughed and said, “Yeah, but you’re still implying that it was mediocre. Anyways, I have something I need to talk to you about.” His face got serious.

“What?” I asked. I felt that nervous sweat come over me again.

Adrian looked up, then down, then finally looked me back in the eye.

“I know this is going to ruin your euphoria you’re experiencing right now…but…Star Magazine has a picture on its front cover of you kissing with that guy…Mason Reiter? And everyone on Twitter is calling you a whore,” he said slowly.

I felt my stomach drop. Sure, Niall might have forgiven me, but I had forgotten that the public was less forgiving.

“You…you didn’t cheat on Niall…did you?” asked Adrian tenderly.

I burst into sobs right then and there.

“Um…” Adrian wasn’t sure how to respond. “Is that a yes? You slept with this Mason guy?”

“No!” I sobbed. “I slept with Harry!”

“What?” gasped Adrian. “Harry? But I thought you two hated each other!”

“I guess not,” I sniffled.

Adrian looked at me for a minute and then said, “If I were there, I’d give you a pat on the back, but since I’m not, I’ll give you a virtual one.” He waved his hand in the air with a patting motion, and tried to smile.

I continued to sob. I heard Adrian sigh and say, “So…what happened that made you do this?”

I looked up and wiped my nose with the back of my hand.

“Niall couldn’t go out with me to a club, and I was really bummed. I wanted to go out so bad with him, but he pretended he was sick of something,” I began. Adrian scoffed, and I gave him a look. He wagged his hand for me to continue.

“He said he’d try to get one of his band mates to come with me, and I thought he meant someone like Liam, or Louis, or Zayn. Instead, Harry volunteered.” This was when a sob escaped from my throat and I choked. I spent about two minutes hacking as Adrian watched.

“Continue,” he said when I finished choking.

“Um…well, Harry picked me up and we went to the club, but we didn’t pay any attention to each other…and then I got drunk and kissed that Mason guy, and we left the club, and he was trying to…you know…and Harry came and stopped him. When Mason left, we were arguing, and then one thing led to another and we ended up kissing and going back to his flat to have…” I stopped and blushed.

“Sex. You went back to his flat to have sex,” said Adrian blandly. The look on his face was hard to read; it was either pity-filled or disgusted. I wasn’t sure.

“Yeah. Adrian, I feel horrible. Should I tell Niall?” I asked.

Adrian considered.

“Do you like Harry?” he asked.

I shook my head. Even though I had felt something, I wasn’t going to tell Adrian.

“Then why does it matter? You have no feelings for him, pretend as if it didn’t happen!” said Adrian wearily. “You make everything so complicated, Lisa.”

I shrugged. I was actually a little offended by Adrian’s view on this whole situation. I mean, sure, I could just forget about it, but I felt that being honest with Niall would be healthy for our relationship.

“Niall doesn’t need to know,” said Adrian. “If no one saw you, than no one cares, and now it’s swept under the rug. You did talk to Harry about though, right?” He looked expectant.

“Um…I said it was a mistake, yeah,” I murmured.

“What’d he have to say?”

I looked away for a second. The lights of the buildings were reflected in the Thames river, and I tried to get lost in the beauty of it all.

“Lisa!”

I snapped back to Adrian, who looked slightly miffed.

“Sorry, um…he said it wasn’t a mistake. I’m not sure what he meant by that,” I admitted.

Adrian groaned and slapped his palm to his forehead.

“What?” I asked, fearful of what he was going to say next.

“How can you be so dense?” snapped Adrian. “How did you not notice this?”

“What?” I asked again, raising my voice, feeling my temper rise. Sure, Adrian’s my best friend, but I didn’t like being called “dense” by him. Plus, what was he yelling about?

“Lisa…I like helping you, but you’ve got to figure this one out for yourself,” he sighed wearily. “I’m tired of having to point the obvious out to you.”

Now I was mad.

“Yeah, I totally get what you’re talking about,” I growled. “You get to hear all about my life and judge every little thing I do while you go and fuck your model girlfriend who is obviously only dating you for the money and fame. I never judge your life, but oh, when it comes to my life, you can just say anything you want and decide whether or not I did the right thing or not and call me an idiot for not doing this or that! That’s not screwed up at all!”

Adrian had recoiled into himself and could barely look me in the eyes. Though the quality was bad, I could almost see tears.

I wasn’t done though.

“Sorry if you can’t control my life! It’s my life, not yours. If you’re going to act all high and mighty, fine! But don’t expect me to listen!”

I hung up right then and there, feeling a less mad and more than a little confused.