~ Behind My Back~
Liam had separated Niall from me and took him to his room to talk about the importance of safe sex.
While I was stuck in the living room in the middle of an awkward silence with Harry.
“Is Niall just your rebound?” Harry asked aloud.
I stared at him.
“No. I really like Niall.” I said.
“Is he better than me?” Harry asked.
“Why? Is that girl you’ve been sleeping with better than me?” I spat back at him.
He looked down at his shoes.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I whispered.
“Niall is way better than you’ll ever be.” I stated my opinion.
“How?” Harry asked in disbelief.
“Let’s see... Niall would never cheat on me, Niall makes sure that I’m not alone, he’s my protector, he’s open to anything, he thought about me constantly and still does-“
“Woah, woah, woah, woah! Hold it right there! You don’t think I thought about you constantly? You don’t think I still do? You don’t think I’m open to anything? You obviously never really knew me.” He said.
“Harry, you cheated on me. You lied about me on television. You never even talk to me anymore. What am I supposed to think?” I began to yell at the boy.
“I told you I was sorry-“
I couldn’t take this anymore so I just cut him off right there, “Well, sorry doesn’t always cut it. Sorry will never make me forget. And sorry will definitely never get rid of mistakes and certain problems. Just because you say sorry doesn’t always mean you’re forgiven.” I stood up from the couch and walked down the hall but stopped when I heard my name being mentioned in Niall’s room.
Liam: Niall, she’s only fourteen.
Zayn: And she’s knocked up already.
Niall: I don’t care. Guys, there’s nothing wrong with me taking a liking in her. Since when do you guys care who I date?
Louis: Since you date young, immature, banged up, damaged goods.
My jaw dropped on the other side of the door.
They would say that about me?
Niall: I can’t believe you people would say such things about Phoebe. You’re supposed to be my mates.
Liam: We are! We’re just concerned about you.
Niall: Why would you be concerned about me?
Zayn: You’re dating a fucked up preteen!
Liam: She’s kind of a slut, Nialler.
Familiar tears started to fall once more.
I left the hall way and grabbed my bag.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.
“Why would you care?” I asked back rather harshly.
He walked up to me and stopped me at the front door before I left for the second time.
“Phoebe, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? I think I’ve mentioned in the past that it hurts me to see such beautiful ladies crying.” Harry soothed me.
I gave into him.
“Harry, they called me slutty. They said I was a fucked up preteen.” I cried.
