This Moment Is Simply... (One Direction)

CHAPTER 9: I'm Torn Between Two Lovers

Updated as soon as possible, filler chapter.

Allie :)

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CHAPTER 9

~~MEGAN'S POV~~

I immediately went upstairs to my room so that I can take a nap. It's 4:00pm and I'm sleepy. As I open my door, I see Louis standing near my study desk, holding my collection of horror movies. (Yes, I'm addicted to Horror Movies)

"Louis? What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.

"Oh, hey Megs. Would you please sit down, I need to talk to you about something." He replied.

I sat down on my bean bag chair while he stood, sighing.

"I know where you went." I was about to cut him off but he held his finger to his mouth to shut me up.

"You see, Harry likes you. I mean, like likes you. Well, Niall does too. And I heard that you and Niall went out dancing in a big hall earlier." I nodded in agreement.

"I don't want to ask you this but do you even like one of them? Because I don't want them to get hurt. It's best you decide." He finished.

"But I can't decide right away. I mean, Niall is sweet and innocent, angelic actually. And Harry is thoughtful but has a bit of bad boy play in him. Ugh!" I said.

"So, you like them both?" Louis asked, confused.

"Maybe. Well, I basically told Harry that we should stay as friends then earlier today, I agreed on going on a date with Niall. Help me, Louis!" I screamed.

"Megs, does your heart sing for any of the two?" Louis raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know, maybe. Ugh! My confusion is getting in the way." I laid down on my bed and I keep on biting my big pillow.

"Don't bite that" Louis grabbed my pillow and threw it at the far end of the room.

"I guess, you should give them a chance." He added.

"Guess so." I sat back up. Louis was heading to the door, "Oh yeah, Louis?"

"Yeah?"

"My parents are coming back soon. It's best you know. I'll be down in a minute. And thanks for the talk." I smiled.

He nodded and went out of my room. I screamed my lungs out on a pillow.

I went downstairs and saw that everyone was gone. They all left me, that's great.

CRASH!

"Damn it!" A voice said, coming from the kitchen.

Oh, someone is still here. I checked the kitchen and saw Harry holding the cracked pieces of my favorite plate. Yes, my favorite plate which is orange and has a panda print on it.

"HARRY!!" I screamed. "You broke my favorite plate. I hate you now."

He dropped my broken plate in the trash and hugged me. "Don't worry, Megs. I'll replace it."

"I still hate you." I pouted.

"I said I'll replace it, or should I say 'replate' it, hmm? huh?" He says with a cheeky grin.

I smacked his head, "Never say that again, dude. Good for you, I didn't kick Harry jr."

He just laughed. "Where is everybody?" I asked.

"Oh, they were going to see a movie." He said, holding a pack of pasta. "Pasta good?"

"Yeah sure. Why didn't they invite me? And why didn't you come?" I sat on a stool.

"Well, Tanya said you're too innocent to watch the movie and I'm here because I just am." He continues to boil the pasta.

"Too innocent?" I asked with shock.

"Yup." He said, popping the 'p'. "You know what, I'm tired. Wanna grab a burger or something?" He grabs his coat and keys.

"Nah, I'm tired too. I'm going to bed since its a big day for me tomorrow." I replied. Its true! It is a big day for me tomorrow. Its the day that I'm able to see my new apartment. How cool!

"Then I'll stay here with you." He grinned.

"Why? I thought you were hungry or something?" I asked. He laughed. Just as we were laughing, we heard something sizzle in the kitchen. We looked at each other for a moment then we rushed to the scene.

The pasta was exploding water everywhere. How could this happen?

"What the heck?!" I shouted.

"Looks like I forgot....something?" Harry said, looking at me with an uneased face.

"Yes, you did." I spat. I ran to the pasta, only to find myself slipping on a puddle of hot water. But before I feel the hard surface of a floor, two arms caught me immediately.

"Woah there, love. Be careful." He smirked.

I stood up and turned off the stove. "Well, that was eventful." I said.

"Yup!" Harry said.

"You know what would do us both good?" I said, walking up to him. He blushed like a tomato. Haha.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Harry raised his eyebrow and smirked.

I grabbed his shirt to pull him closer to me. I whispered in his ear, "Yes, you clean this now and maybe you'll get what I'm thinking." I pulled back and winked at him.

He stared at me wide-eyed. "S-sure." He said, stuttering at it.

He cleaned the kitchen in less than 30 minutes. Oh, he can be a good maid. No, wait. He cleaned it fast so that he could decode my thoughts from earlier.

"So, what do we do now?" Harry asked. He raises his eyebrow with a complete smirk on his face.

I turned around heading for the couch. He quickly followed me. I reached for the remote but his hand stopped me. I looked at him and his face was slowly inching to mine.

Our lips were close to each other, though they weren't touching. Finally, they met. His lips were soft like a marshmallow. Our tongues connecting, we were actually making out. We moved in sync, like this was supposed to happen.

We both pulled back, our foreheads touching. "Why can't you love me back?" He asked. I stared at him, confused.

"Why?" He asked again. "I- I don't know." I whispered.

"Is it because Niall likes you too?" He asked. His eyes were closed, like he really didn't want to say that last question.

I stood up, leaving him gloomy in the couch. I went straight to my room. What was I supposed to say? That I can't love him back because I'm too confused to do so? Or that someone else is also in line?