The place I call home (One Direction fan fiction)

Chapter 25

Recap:

“Ask Harry or Louis.” She responded in a cold tone. I heard enough, I walked down to the cafeteria downstairs and got a tea. I sat outside in the courtyard, just thinking. I just lost a great girl, someone who I was really falling for, and I really hurt her. Those tears and her shaky voice won’t get out of my head because I know I caused them. I should be the one in there comforting her through her worst times, not Niall. Layla was like a glass cup, she appeared strong, but once something hit her, she would crack. I broke her, and I lost her.

Chapter 25

I sighed as I threw another crumpled piece of paper on the floor. 3 days, that’s all I had to write a new song.

It had been a week since Harry and I had gotten into the fight, and we basically have been avoiding each other.

“Having trouble?” Harry asked coming into our room. He’d been sharing with Louis, but I guess he decided to come to our room today. I bit my lip, nodding my head and sighing.

“Layla, can we talk?” Harry asked, sighing.

“We’re talking now, aren’t we?” I said, putting down my notebook.

“Ok, Layla, I’m sorry for keeping the whole Brittany and your father thing from you, I should have told you.” Harry said, sitting on my bed.

“Damn right you should of!” I said in a harsh tone, but once I saw the look in his eyes, I saw he was really sorry. “Maybe I was too harsh. I’m sorry for the things I said. It’s going to take a while for me to fully forgive and trust you, but could we please stop avoiding each other? It sucks.” I said with a frown.

Harry gave a smile and gave me a big bear hug. I missed his hugs, but they felt different, I didn’t feel a spark.

“Now that’s out of the way, we have one more thing to discus.” Harry said in a serious tone.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Us. Layla, I see the way you look at Niall, and while we had a thing you would look at him the same way. I think you are right; we shouldn’t be together, because during this week I had a lot of time to think, and I realized I still have feelings for Fernanda. I think we were both unaware that we were using each other to try to get over the person we actually really like.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but quickly closed it and thought for a bit. Harry was right, I felt more towards Niall then I did him.

“Oh my god. You’re right.” I whispered.

“I think we were always meant to be friends Layla.” Harry said, a smile playing on his lips.

“Harry, do you know who told me?” I asked, wondering if he knew that the girl he really liked had told me something that ruined our friendship.

“Yea. Fernanda called me 2 nights ago crying because she felt really bad and she felt like she lost one of her closest friends. She wanted to call you but I told her to give you some space.”

I stayed quiet, thinking about all the news I had just gotten.

“I guess I’ll call her later.” I said in a quiet voice. Harry nodded, giving me another hug, “I’ll leave you to your song writing.” I nodded and picked up my notebook. I had no idea what to write about. I was required to write at least 5 songs before we left for Australia, and that was coming up soon and I still had to the studio to record the songs to see how they sound. I groaned and stood up, going to get my laptop. I haven’t really been on any social network sites for the past week or two, and I might as well catch up. I was scrolling through my mentions on Twitter, and what I read almost brought tears of joy to my eyes.