Washed (A One Direction fanfiction)(Original)

Chapter 29- Confession Comebacks

Dedicated to my awesome Bananer: @TinkerbellLoveStory

Niall's POV

I don’t really know what to think about this. Hannah and Liam or Hannah and Harry. I mean Hanry is a pretty fucking awesome name but Hiam or Lannah is pretty cool too. I just don’t really know Hannah that well to see who she’d be better with. I don’t know if she’s a total bitch, a sob story, a whiner, a funny person, maybe before I come up with some ridiculous story and judge her, I should take her to a restaurant to get to know her better. Yeah, that’s a great idea!!! I pick up my phone and dial Hannah.

“Hello??” Hannah asks sleepily.

“Hey, it’s me, Niall.” I said.

“Well no duh Captain Obvious.” She said. We both laughed.

“What’s up Niall?” She asked me a few seconds after her joke.

“Well I don’t know you very well and I was wondering if we could go out to dinner and get to know each other. I mean it’s not a date, it’s just two people getting to know each other.”

“I’m cool with that. I have a really good restaurant we can go to.” She said excitedly.

“Cool, well see you guys when you get home.”

“Night Niall.”

“Night Hannah.” And then I shut my phone off.

HARRY

“What did Niall want???” I asked Hannah as she hung up.

“Niall says that he wants to get to know me better so we are going to grab some food tomorrow and chill.” She spoke nonchalantly.

“Cool. I am glad you guys are bonding. I really want you to get along with everyone.”

“Yeah. I tend to not get along with rude people though.”

“It’s a good thing we aren’t rude then. We’re just a wee bit perverted.” I flashed a cheeky grin at her.

“Harry.” She play slapped me. A few moments of silence pass by.

“Well I am really sorry I ruined your Prom.” I told her meaningfully.

“It’s ok. It’s better than when I went with James.” She said emotionless. She won’t give me eye contact. All she does is look out the window.

“How about we have a little sleepover and have confession time.” I suggested. I guess I really didn’t know much about Hannah either.

“Ok. I don’t want anyone to cry though.” She said with a sigh.

“Nothing can be that bad.” I assured her, but her eyes never left the window. When the limo reached the hotel Hannah tore off her dress and went into my room. She came out five minutes later with her pajamas on. She also took a shower. She smelled fresh, like strawberries.

“I’m really tired.” She fake yawned. Something is up. “I am going to hit the hay.”

“No remember? We have confession time!!” I whined. I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

“Tomorrow??” She begged.

“No, now.” I said.

“But we just came home from a long night Harry. It’s like 2 in the morning!!!”

“How am I going to explain that you don’t want a confession-hangout time when I already woke up the boys just so they could join in??” I added.