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

Chapter 12

Adrian and I were still giving each other the cold shoulder a week later. As I stared out at the Thames river, it occurred to me that summer was over. No longer could I wear my short skirts and tees. The air was chilly, and I had to consciously remember to put on a jacket every time I went outside.

It was lightly drizzling when I decided I would go take a walk. I wasn’t sure where I’d go, but I knew that I needed to get out. So far, I hadn’t left my flat unless to buy food or to see Niall. The latter happened only once last week, even though Niall promised he would spend more time with me before his world tour. Despite the fact that our relationship was back on track, I still felt a little ambivalent towards Niall. I just hoped that it wouldn’t get any worse.

As I stepped out of my building, I looked up at the grey sky. A drop of rain splashed my nose, but I ignored it. I just stared up at the sky, wondering if the answers were up there, hidden behind the clouds.

Who loved me? Niall seemed like he loved me, but there were times where he seemed to be drifting away. It wasn’t like he was cheating on me or anything, I think it was more because he was sort of immature. I was perhaps his third or fourth relationship, and his inexperience made him seem like he wasn’t that into me, when really it was because he wasn’t sure how to express his feelings.

Then I thought of Harry. Curly-haired Harry who I had thought hated me all this time, and who had really liked me all along. He said he had loved me all along, but I didn’t believe it. He could just have easily made it all up so he could sleep with me again. After all, he was quite smooth with the ladies, if you know what I mean. Niall once told me he brought back twelve girls to his hotel room. Niall never explained after that, but I figured.

I continued down the street, the rain steadily getting harder. By the time I had walked two blocks down, it had started to pour. I began to run, but it only seemed to get me wetter. For some odd reason, I was running away from my building instead of towards it.

I finally ran out of breath and rushed into a building’s lobby. I was just walking in when I ran into the last person I wanted to see at the moment.

It was Harry.

Harry grasped my shoulders as to not fall over. I don’t think he realized it was me before looking down.

“Oh,” he said, his face not showing anything. “What are you doing here?”

I tried desperately to explain myself.

“I was out…in the rain, and I…it started pouring, I ran…and then…I walked in here…” I said, confusing myself.

Harry’s face didn’t change at all while I spoke. He just gave me a hard stare as I finally stumbled into silence.

We stared at each other awkwardly until Harry lifted his hand up. I thought for a split second he was going to slap me, but instead he reached to my face and took one of my curls in his hand.

“You’re wet,” he said, almost to himself. He wasn’t looking at my face, but at my hair. “You have beautiful hair.”

I blushed a little and looked away. I didn’t want him to read the gratitude that was no doubt written all over my face.

“Come on upstairs, and you can wait until the rain stops,” said Harry. “You can change into something dry so you won’t catch a cold.”

I watched as Harry turned and proceeded to the elevator. His expression the whole time hadn’t changed. I knew he was still mad at me for telling him that I didn’t want him, but I felt that this was just downright cold.

When we made it up to his flat, he told me to wait in the foyer while he grabbed some clean clothes. I waited patiently, looking out the window. Instead of getting softer, the rain seemed to be coming down even harder now, and in the distance I saw a lightning bolt.

Harry came back with an oversized tee shirt. It was plain white, and I knew it would be see-through, but I didn’t care. I asked him where the bathroom was, and he directed me to a small corner one.

I looked at myself in the mirror after I locked the door. I nearly screamed when I saw myself. My hair was ragged and damp, I wasn’t wearing any makeup, but I looked pale and tired, and my eyes had bags under them. I couldn’t look less attractive.

I changed into the t-shirt, (which fell down to my knees,) and brushed my hair with the brush I kept in my purse. Despite my best attempts, it still looked ragged, so I pulled it up in a simple bun.

With my clothes in tow, I walked back into the foyer to see Harry waiting for me.

“You can leave you clothes on the counter,” said Harry, pointing to his kitchen. I went over there and laid my clothes out, wincing at the possibility that they might shrink, but oh well.

 I went back to Harry, who was still just waiting there.

We stared awkwardly at each other again, and I suddenly had the urge to kiss him again. I hated this feeling, it made me feel weak and lustful at the same time, two feelings I didn’t want to feel around Harry.

“Would you like anything to drink?” asked Harry politely. I shook my head, still looking at him.

Harry shrugged and looked away. His face finally showed a tiny bit of emotion. He looked upset, confused, and hopeless, all at the same time.

I reached for his hand and took it in mine.

“Harry…” I said, looking up at him. He looked down at his hand in mine, almost surprised, and then looked at me, still surprised.

“Lisa…” he began, but I cut him off with a kiss.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I loved Niall – I did – but I also loved Harry. I didn’t know where this love was coming from, but I did know one thing. I was in love with both of them, and in the end I would have to choose only one.