Complicated

Chapter 3

*-Niall's POV-*

Rae kept showing up around the city, and it seemed like everywhere I looked, she was there. It was especially difficult to see Harry bring her and that Chelsea girl to meet the rest of the lads. Of course I kept my distance and she kept hers, but something about her made me want to know more.

For the first time in a long time, I found myself interested in a girl other than Kelsey, and for the first time, it seemed that Kelsey drifted to the back of my mind and Rae was on the forefront.

It felt amazing to get her off of my mind, and it felt even greater when I found myself finally saying goodbye to my girl, who now wasn't my girl anymore.

My body stood leaning over her grave as the New York rain poured above me. Kelsey was buried in New York, for the sole purpose of her parents not wanting a constant reminder of such a huge loss. I'm for certain that her mother was placed in a psych ward, due to extreme depression. It were moments like these when I remembered how special life was, and how we all take something for granted.

My eyes wandered around the graveyard until I spotted a young girl sitting on the ground in front of a grave. My brain told me to let her be, but my heart told me to comfort her because she was probably worse off than me. My feet moved unconsciously toward the girl, her hair soaked and her clothes tight to her body.

As I neared her, my heart raced when I realized who it was. Rae. "Hello? Rae?"

Her eyes snapped to mine, her expression vicious. Had I really been that hateful to her? "What do you want? I thought you don't want to talk to me."

I stared at the ground as I cleared my throat, my thoughts scattering at her response. "That was just that day. I was moody, and I shouldn't have acted like that." She nodded as she read the grave. Emily Greer, 1996-2012. I felt as though she was her sister, but like other things I could be wrong.

"Who was Emily?" Her eyes closed at my question, and I suddenly regretted it.

"No one you would want to know." She stood, her eyes piercing into mine. "I have to go, I have better things to do than talk to a jerk like you." And with that I watched her as she stormed away. The words stung as I realized how much of a jerk I was to her.

"I'm sorry," I whispered loud enough for only me to hear.

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Having a two month break in New York was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. Driving down the street she had died on was a close second, and the fact that Harry kept bringing Rae around burned even more.

Chelsea showed up less and less and it seemed Harry was more interested in Rae, and the more and more he talked about her the more I wanted to know her.

It was strange to think I was developing a crush on this girl, and it was even more strange that I barely knew her, yet she captivated me.

It wasn't long before Rae's anger toward me diminished, and I found myself inching my way towards her in an attempt to talk to her. "Hey Rae."

Her eyes snapped towards me, a look of shock upon her features. "Niall." She looked toward Harry and smiled a bright smile. It pained me to see her so interested in him, and soon I found the floor extremely interesting as I continued talking.

"Listen, whatever happened is in the past, can we just forget about it?" My fingers brushed her shoulder, whatever I felt sent me into utter confusion, and by the way her face contorted I knew she felt it too. "I'm sorry that I was a complete dick to you."

A small smirk danced across her lips as she fiddled with her fingers, finding them interesting. "You're fine. You had a right to be upset, I mean whoever you cared about died, right?" Her hand placed itself upon mine. "You aren't alone, I promise."

Something about that sentence seemed to bring back the night of the girl in the hospital. "Are you-"

"Who wants tea?" asked Liam as I glared at him. Trust Liam to ruin a perfect opportunity to ask such an important question.

I felt Rae rise from her position on the couch, her quickly gathering her things. "I'd love to stay, but I have to be home before dinner." Her eyes locked on Harry's. "Bye Harry."

"Bye, love." he said as he kissed her hand. A large disgusted feeling rose throughout me.

Just as she walked out, I heard her say. "Bye Niall."

No sooner than when the door shut did I find myself sprinting to my room, shutting the door, and throwing myself into the bed. Never had I ever felt as much jealousy as I had just then. It seemed almost every girl I was interested in would be just as interested in him. Haz always gets the girls, even at first he had Kelsey, but that managed to work out in my favor.

Harry had met Kelsey after a concert in Dublin, and he had taken her out multiple times. He asked her to be his girlfriend, but she couldn't because she had a crush on someone else. Of course that someone else was me, and I had never been more excited in my entire life.

Maybe this time it will turn out just as Kelsey did.

*-Raelynn's POV-*

As I scurried down the stairs of the hotel, I felt like I had almost ruined every secret I had kept from Niall. He had almost asked me if I was the girl from the hospital before Liam had interrupted. Thank you Liam!

Also I knew Niall knew about Haz and I. Haz and I were only best friends, nothing more, but I feel as though Niall believed we were more than that, and that wasn't the case.

In all honesty it was Niall who I had the crush on, and yes we may have begun on the wrong foot, but there was the enormous connection I felt with Niall, making me only want him more. Niall was the cutie who never got any girl, and I only knew that because of what I had read online. After meeting Harry and Niall again, I decided that maybe it was time I did some research on One Direction. Of course all of the media had played Harry out to be a player with no heart.

Niall's review had struck me as interesting. It showed pictures of him and a girl, Kelsey Farnreight, 19, model. For a moment I had felt utter jealousy, but then as I read the article, I discovered enormous amounts of surprising information. "Kelsey, Niall Horan's girlfriend found dead at scene, Friday April 21, 2012". And then it hit me as I read the street she was found on. "Maple Avenue". It was the same street Emily, Connor, Chelsea, and I were driving down the night of the accident. And when I had woken up in the hospital, I was informed about all of the fatalities. Emily, and a girl named Kelsey.

Then I realized what had happened. Emily had killed Niall's girlfriend.

Completely overwhelmed with the sudden information I quickly shut the laptop, my hands running through my hair and down my face. Things were going so well. How could I possibly tell Niall I was in the car that killed the love of his life? You couldn't. If I were to tell him, which I wasn't, he'd probably be furious, which is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I don't want him to be angry with me.

There were resolutions to this, and I considered a couple. They were 1. Completely ignore him, but then this would cause an uprising of questions that I'd have to answer truthfully. 2. Live life with him not knowing anything and when we get together, which was never going to happen, I'd be stuck living a lie.

None of them were helping me at the moment. I decided to go with the easiest solution, completely ignore him.

Soon, I found myself in a warm shower, letting the hot steam rid me from my problems as my thoughts invaded my head. My head ached from so much thought. It wasn't long before I found myself in my bed, rethinking all of the things I had thought about in the shower. I couldn't quite believe myself when I started day dreaming about Niall.

I had never really figured out when I had started forming a crush on him. Maybe it was the day he showed up in the cemetery, asking in the pouring rain if I was alright. Or maybe I happened all of a sudden and I had never really noticed it until now.

Whenever it was, there were three things I was for sure. One, I had a crush on Niall and it wasn't a small one, two, Niall dated a girl named Kelsey who is now deceased, and three, Emily killed Kelsey in that horrific accident.