Rumor Has It (HIATUS)

Chapter 35

-Piper's POV-

Lauren is such a bitch.

Instead of hanging out with me and comforting me, she's comforting my boyfriend.

I mean, my ex-boyfriend.

Who no longer loves me.

Lauren probably hates me too now that she knows the whole truth. She knows that I flirted with, and kissed Niall.

I sighed and put my head in my hands. Truth is, Lauren was my best friend, and I was hers. I wasn't mad at her. I was angry with myself for what I did.

For letting her down.

-Lauren's POV-

Harry and I drove back to my house in silence, both unable to shake off the gazes that Piper shot at us. I don't understand what I did that was so wrong. I sighed loudly, unknowingly.

"You alright," Harry asked, with a concerned expression on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I countered, trying to convince myself, just as much as I was trying to convince him. "Are you okay?"

He hesitated a moment before answering. "I miss her," he confessed.

I nodded and patted his hand. "It's going to be fine."

He nodded, unsure of my words.

When we arrived at my house, Harry walked straight to my freezer, grabbed two tubs of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, and walked to my attic.

I giggled. "Well someone's an emotional wreck."

He rolled his eyes, shut the door, and took a seat on my carpet. I sat above him on the couch, as he handed me a tub of icecream.

"Okay, so, your choices are: Dr. Who, Drake and Josh, Titanic, Law and Order, Rugrats, Love Actually, and-"

"LOVE ACTUALLY! PLEASE!"

I burst into laughter. The fact that he was so excited about it was kind of adorable.

Moments later, he realized that I'd been laughing at him. He cleared his throat. "Um, I mean, Love Actually. I heard it's a good movie, yeah."

I giggled. "Love Actually it is, then."

It was cold up here, so I found myself keeping my hands warm in Harry's curls. We joked around, and laughed, and it honestly felt nice to have a genuine friend.

When the movie was over, we built a fort, and listened to some music.

We were laying in our super-sized fort, and had just finished our 'rap battle', when I decided to ask him if he felt better.

"A lot better," he replied, showing the signature dimples. "And it's all because of you. Thanks, Lo."

I smiled. "Anytime Harry."

Pain and anger suddenly flickered across his face. "Niall is one lucky guy."

I blushed, and looked away.

Harry moved towards me, and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him. He gently pinned me to a wall.

"Harry, what are you-"

Before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine.