No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

**Abigail's POV**

Laying in Niall's arms just didn't feel right. It felt as if I was committing a crime, not only because to me this felt wrong but because Harry didn't deserve to have found out that way without a proper explanation. I shifted in my spot not really being cautious of the male uncontiously laying next to me snoring his life away. I needed out, I needed my own time to figure out what was best for us, Me and Harry. I didn't know where we stood just hours ago; but Niall seeing me nude set something off inside of him. Something so dark and scary it almost made me regret telling him of the incident. I rushed out of bed, grabbing my Vans that had been laying on the floor along with a pair of tights from my burro. I finally grabbed a overly sized hoody sweater, which of course belonged to Harry and was stolen because of how amazingly cozy and warm it seemed to be. To me it meant much more because it was as if a part of him had still been here. His rich sent permanent in the cotton fabric. That was one thing I loved most about the curly headed beauty, his sent along with his perfect cheeky dimpled smile, the wrinkles at the side of his orbs when ever the corners of his mouth etched up into infinity. The glint in his eyes when he seemed to be deep in thought, the smirk on his face when he got his way, the many sides he exposed and I soon learned to love. A small smile grew on my face as I whipped away the unneeded tears. I grabbed my phone and made my escape past both the giant doors. The cool october air reached the exposed skin causing not only gooseflesh to arise but a chill to find a way up and down my spine causing me to do some weird wiggling motion. I had no idea how far I had walked from my house, but I had stumbled across a bar and seeing as I had nothing to numb the pain I figured a glass of liquor would do the job.

"What would you like?" The young bartender asks

"Umm tequila?" I say as more of a question

"Alright , wait are you even of age?" His eye brow is raised and I shake my head left and right telling him that I was not.

"Sorry shawty I can't sell you liquor then"

"I got it" a english accented voice booms from just behind me

"Louis?" I questioned the boy

"Yea, you know its a coincidence seeing you here" he says

"Why is that?"

"Well Harry was just here.. But the bastard is an honest drunk and admitted to feeling horrible about leaving you. So why don't you go over to him and fix this mess" I had always been afraid of Louis, not because he was a scary character, but because he was the only one of Harry's close friends (practically brothers if you ask me) that hadn't been to fond of me and Harry's relationship. Now why was he giving me a chance to fix things? This is beyond my control or comprehension.

"Why?" I question

"Because he is in love with you.. And I should be happy instead of shooting it down. He deserves to fall in love and be loved back. Now this does not mean I approve of you, but it does mean that I approve of his love and yours if your willing on loving him back" he finishes, I nod, just as I was about to exit the pub I turned around and informed him of what I thought he should know.

"I'm trying lou, so hard, He's cracked me enough for me to admit in actually caring for him. I want to love him so bad and I know I don't deserve him because I am not worth it. But somehow he thinks I am and I'll hold onto that and fight for him just as much as he is fighting for me. He loves me and I get that but I'm not superwomen, I'm not perfect and I need you to see that" I say and walk away, haling a cab and quickly getting in it. Giving the taxi driver the oh to familiar address.

"Ma'm that would be fifteen" I nod handing him the money and walking straight up the steps, knocking on the door three times before it flew open to a flustered pale face and messy chocolate brown curls.