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

Chapter 11

The press continued to run the story of me kissing Mason. Apparently, he was set up to be interviewed about the whole thing. I didn’t know that it was that important.

Niall and I agreed to be interviewed together about the whole thing.

“So, Niall,” said the blond reporter. She was American, most likely from the Midwest from her accent, and had broad hips. She constantly had to adjust her seat to fit on the tiny reporter’s stool.

“How do you feel about this all?” she asked, smiling. Underneath that smile, I knew she was eagerly waiting the answer. She didn’t even address me, leaning forward and angling her body away from me.

Niall looked at me and smiled. This was tough for us, to bring this back up, but I knew that he truly cared about me.

“Annalise and I…we were having some problems. Our relationship was growing apart, and while she was doing everything she could to fix it, I was just pulling back,” he said, not looking at the reporter, but at me.

The reporter seemed ruffled that he wouldn’t look at her. She was the type of reporter who has a major crush on the people she’s interviewing, and wants to show off for them the best she can.

“But Niall, why would she cheat on you?” she asked, ignoring me completely now.

“Um, I’m right here,” I said. “You don’t have to ask Niall to get the answer.”

The reporter shot me a look. Either this was her first time ever reporting, or she was just rude.

“Okay, why did you cheat on Niall?” she asked, her voice barely concealing her annoyance.

“Like Niall said, we were having problems. We were missing that spark. I went to a bar and got drunk, and Mason took advantage of me.”

“Is it true you went to the bar with Harry Styles?” asked the reporter suddenly.

I felt the cold sweat again begin under my armpits. Did she suspect anything? She couldn’t, no one saw us…or at least I didn’t think they did. The only people who knew were me, Harry, and Adrian.

“Yes, he was with her. I wasn’t feeling good, so he escorted her there. Though….Harry said you guys didn’t really talk at all after you arrived, am I right?” asked Niall.

I nodded a bit too vigorously.

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “We’re not close, so it was sort of awkward.”

The reporter raised a brow. I could tell she didn’t like where this was going. She probably was hoping before this interview that she would help Niall Horan break up with his cheating girlfriend.

“So how are you two dealing with it all?” asked the reporter.

“Niall invited me over to his place, and he brought it up, and we made up. Simple as that,” I said, having regained my composure. No more mention of Harry Styles.

The reporter obviously wanted something juicier.

“No fights?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“No, we just apologized to each other, and that was that,” I said gleefully. I didn’t like this reporter, and I wanted her to be shamed.

The reporter sighed, and then asked us a few questions about our personal lives, like what was our idea of a perfect date, where we would go for our honeymoon, simple things like that.

When we left, Niall let a sigh of relief.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. We were walking out of the studio, hand in hand. There weren’t any paparazzi around, so I nuzzled him affectionately. PDA was acceptable when the paps aren’t around.