Plain Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 33

"Hey," I dragged the word out, sauntering over to the couch Harry was sitting on and taking a seat next to him. He looked up from his laptop and glanced at me before gluing his eyes back to his MacBook.

"What do you want?" he said without looking at me.

"Nothing," I shrugged as I stayed silent for a little while, "how are you?" I rested my arm on the back of the couch, staring at Harry.

"None of your business," he replied curtly.

I huffed, "Will you at least look at me?"

"Can't, busy."

"Doing what?" I questioned.

"None of your business." he repeated.

I looked around, trying to think of a way to grab his attention.

"Hey, Harry," I called.

"What?" he asked dryly.

"Has Niall...told you anything?" he immediately stopped typing away on his keyboard, and that was when I knew I had him.

"What do you mean?" he went back to typing and I nearly cursed.

"I'm pretty sure you know what I mean," I said impatiently.

"Not really."

"Yes, really," I argued.

"You're annoying," he complained.

"I'm not moving from here unless you give me some answers," I said stubbornly.

He stopped typing again, but this time, he closed his laptop and placed it on the arm rest, turning to look at me with his arms crossed, "Fine, what do you want?"

"I wanna know what you're hiding," I admitted.

"I'm not hiding anything," his voice cracked.

First sign of lying.

"Yes, you are."

"What? What would I be hiding?" his voice turned high.

Second sign of lying.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I have nothing to say to you," the ends of his ears turned red.

He was so full of shit.

"I've caught you staring at me like a fifty times just this week," I said boldly.

He looked around, speechless. I raised my eyebrows questionably. "Promise that you won't tell Niall," he pleaded.

"I won't," I shook my head.

He gulped and hesitated, but spoke regardless,"I know about you and Niall."

"I knew it," I shook my head.

"Wait, you knew?" he asked, shocked.

"Yeah. I mean, I guessed," I shrugged. He looked away and chewed on his nails.

"Niall also told me about what went down in Ireland," he admitted.

"You mean our fight?" I asked.

He looked at me, "Yeah."

"He's an ass," I rolled my eyes.

"I don't get it. How could you not forgive him?" Harry wondered frustratedly.

My eyes widened, "Are you kidding me? He left me for that Chelsea chick!"

"Wait, what?" he asked in surprise.