Dance With Me ((Harry Styles & Selena Gomez))

05.

Niall's POV:

"Niall," a voice whispers in the darkness and I grumble. Footsteps get further away from me and I grin happily but that moment is short-lived.

"Harry, what time is it and why are you up?" I rub my eyes and wince at the shining light now pouring in when I feel him shuffle my legs to make space for himself to sit down.

"It's seven in the morning," he rolls his eyes.

"Why are you waking me up that early? You don't even have class today to teach," I yawn uncontrollably.

"This girl is driving me crazyy," he whines and I finally find the strength in me to sit up.

"What girl?"

"The one I told you guys about. She auditioned."

"Was it crazy hot or something and now you can't sleep without getting wet dreams?"

"No!" he slaps my chest with force and I pout, rubbing it.

"Then what?"

"She was pretty good."

"Okay?" I'm still lost at where this is going if my first theory was wrong.

"I didn't pick her though..." he bites his lip.

"What? Why would you do that?" I frown, imagining how the girl must be feeling.

"She wasn't like...happy during her performance, you know? It just looked like she was determined, but not actually enjoying it," he rubs his hands together.

"That sucks, mate. She probably wanted it badly and you ruined her chance."

"Well, her performance wouldn't be as impressive to the judges in the competition."

"...Okay. So, if you're firm on your reasonings, then what's bothering you?" I'm still confused at what's bothering him so much if he's sure he made the right choice.

"It's...It's what happened afterwards," he trails off, avoiding eye contact with me as he begins to recap what occured after the results came out. My jaw drops at the information and I suddenly feel sympathy for the poor girl who had to endure that.

"Harry, that was a dick move," I shake my head.

"I know, I couldn't sleep all night. I kept thinking about it," he confesses and the dark circles underneath his eyes prove it.

"What should I do?"

"Uh, apologize? Duh," I can't even believe the lack of common sense my best friend currently possesses right now.

"Right! I won't see her until next week though and I don't know if I can let the guilt consume me that long...Maybe I should write her an email? Yeah, I'll do that," he scrambles to his room and knowing I won't be sleeping again soon, I decide to follow him. When I walk in, I see the familiar light of his laptop glow on his face and he's scrolling quickly through his class list.

"I can't find her name," he panicks and I roll my eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe if you don't scroll so damn fast, you can actually read the names slowly. You're probably just going too quickly, mate."

"Right, right," he repeats, breathing in slowly and reviewing the list again.

"Niall! Her name really isn't here! It should be right here, Gomez, but it's not. There's no G's here," the poor lad looks like he's hyperventilating.

"I'm calling the office!"

"Harry..."

He frantically dials the number, his hand shaking in the process.