My Best Friend's Best Friend

Niall's Chance

I sat down on the couch, replaying what Zayn had told me outside.

Whoever you get on best with, go with them.

Of course I'd get on best with Harry. We had known each other longer. Thanks for the advice.

Niall sat down beside me while the boys drank outside. "Hey. What's up?"

"Hmm?" I looked into his blue orbs and looked away before I could get too hypnotized. "Nothing."

"Something is obviously bothering you. You can tell me." His hand draped over mine gently. His fingers were slightly shaking.

"Are you okay?" I looked into his eyes.

"I was just gonna ask you something... but you can tell me what's bothering you first." He said nervously. He ran a hand through his hair. I liked his hair. It was blond on top and brown on the sides. I'd heard on fan websites that he was naturally a brunette and he dyed his hair. I never believed it, until now, I guess.

I tried to find a way to phrase what was bothering me without being too obvious. "Well I'm in a tough mess right now."

"What's wrong?" Niall moved closer. I could smell his Armani Mania cologne and it made me swoon.

No, Layla. No.

"I have these two amazing options. One I've known about for a long time. The other one is starting to grow on me, though. I have to choose just one. And whichever one I choose could affect me forever." I spoke softly, staring at my fidgeting hands, which Niall calmed by placing his hands over them.

"And you don't know which one is best for you, so you're having a hard time choosing." Niall finished for me. Damn. It's like he took the words right out of my mouth. I locked eyes with him.

"Yeah, it's exactly like that."

"What does your head say?"

What did my head say? Was I thinking Option 1: Harry, or Option 2: Niall? I searched my brain while making it seem like I was deep in thought.

"That's the thing. My head doesn't know what to choose. Neither does my heart. It's just so complicated." I groaned and put my head between my hands. Niall placed a warm hand on my back, patting it and rubbing his hand around in small circles, giving me a massage. I smiled.

It's not that I didn't want Harry. I did, believe me. But Niall was starting to grow on me.

"Niall?"

"Yes?" His Irish accent made my heart race.

"Would you like to go out sometime? Just me and you?"

"Uh, that's what I was actually gonna ask you. Would you like to go get lunch or dinner sometime?"

"I'd love to. How does dinner Friday at 7 sound?"

"Awesome. Where do you want to go?"

"That is up to you." I smiled. He grinned back.

Inside of me, my heart was doing leaps of joy. But deep deep down, I felt like I had betrayed Harry. Just a few days ago, he had told me he loved me. Every once in a while, he would unexpectedly kiss my cheek or my lips, which I loved. But I had to focus on Niall Friday night.

Which, at this point, most likely wouldn't be that hard to do.

Note: MOST LIKELY.

I hated to think this, but my mind would probably wonder off to Harry every once in a while. Then it would go back to Niall.

Because I liked both of them.

Dammit, why was my life so complicated?!

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How are things gonna go on Layls and Niall's date?! How are things gonna go on Layla and Harry's date?! Who is she gonna choose?!