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

Chapter 10

A week after I had yelled at Adrian, Harry called me up. I had picked up, expecting it to be Niall or Adrian. Adrian and I hadn’t spoken since our fight, and I was getting worried. I checked his twitter, but he hadn’t been on since our fight. I even went to Google news just to make sure he hadn’t killed himself or anything. All I found was that he had broken up with his model girlfriend. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

When I saw it was Harry, I felt that cold, nervous sweat come across me. I’d only seen Harry once, when Niall and I went out to dinner and Louis, Eleanor, and Harry had joined us. Harry and I sat across from each other at the table, not saying a word to each other. I talked to Niall and Louis while Harry chatted animatedly with Eleanor. While I like Louis, Eleanor and I don’t get along. People compare us too often, and I think we’re both getting tired of people saying one of us is better than the other.

Once during the dinner, Harry had glanced over at me, and our eyes met, and I felt that spark again. Then Niall took my hand and kissed me on the cheek, and the spark fizzled out, replaced by the warm, tender love between Niall and me.

I picked up.

“Hello?” I said, pretending I hadn’t looked at the caller ID.

“Lisa?” Harry sounded expectant.

“Hi,” I deadpanned. “How are you?”

“Good.” Was it me, or did Harry sound stiff as well?

“Me too. Fine.” Two could play at this game.

“I wanted to know if I could come over,” Harry blurted out. “To see you. Talk about what happened.”

I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I knew this was coming, by the way Harry had looked at me before I left, but that didn’t mean I was prepared for it. I had fervently wished that it wouldn’t happen in fact, but my wishes were denied.

“Harry,” I said calmly. “We’ve already discussed this.”

“No we haven’t,” said Harry indignantly, butting in. “You wouldn’t let me explain myself.”

“Well, explain yourself,” I said, sitting down on my couch. “Talk away.”

Harry sighed, deep and forceful.

“It’d be best if I talked to you in person,” he summed up.

I groaned and flopped backward. My head it the wood siding, and it throbbed.

“Please, Lisa. I don’t want us to be like this,” begged Harry.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like….like we hate each other. I know before I was always distant, but please! Can I explain myself?”

I sighed. This was an argument I was already losing.

“Fine,” I said. “Come over. When can you come?”

“How about right now?” he asked. “I’m actually in your lobby.”

“What?” I nearly shrieked. “That’s so stalkerish!”

Harry laughed. “I know, I’ll be up in a second.”

He hung up, and looked down at my outfit. I was wearing sweats and an old t-shirt. I didn’t look my best. I was wearing my glasses, my face devoid of makeup, my hair in a lazy bun. I looked like a hobo.

I didn’t have time to change. I didn’t care. I wanted this to be over.

There was a knock on my door, and I got up to open it. I felt my heart beat as I walked towards it. What was going to happen? Why was he here? Why was I so nervous?