Chapter 13- Believe me!
"Harry here said it was my fault that this happened and that I am a slut who purposely got pregnant and
that I should kill myself. Even though I was kidnapped and raped and wish that none of this happened. " I
spilled out. I glared at Harry. Niall engulfed me in a hug. But I wasnt prepared for what happened next. He
leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked.
"What. The. Hell. NIALL!!" Harry raged. What was his probablem?
"I thought you broke up?! You called her a slut!! What the hell to you too?!!" Yep. I think its time.
Popcorn!! This is going to get interesting!!
"So??! That doesnt mean I dont still have some feeling for her!! That was low Niall!!" Harry yelled. How was
Niall low? He called me a slut and said I should die!
"Me??! Im low??! You told her to die! You told her she was a slut!! She got raped Harry!! Do you think it
was her choice??! She trusted you to be understanding and love heer and support her! You said you would
support her every step of the way!! What did you do though?! You told her to die and it was her fault!!
She didnt want this to happen!! I thought I made the right decision by letting you go for her. But
apparently I was wrong. I should have asked her out myself. We have become really close and I know how
much she adores you. But you cant return that favor." Niall yelled. Wait. Whoah whoah whoah. What did
he just say? They both liked me??
"Whoah, hold up there. What does 'I thought I made the right decision by letting you go for her. But
apparently I was wrong. I should have asked her out myself' mean?" I asked. But like honestly.
"Uh, what? Who said that?" Niall asked. Nice act there buddy.
"You know exactly what I am talking about. What does it mean?" He looked at Harry and then back at me
"Well, when we first met you we both liked you but I decided to let Harry ask you out." He looked at the
ground and back at me.
"I think I should go lay down. If I am still allowed here." I said and looked at them both. They both nodded
so I walked up the stairs to my room. I layed on the bed a cried for a while. I lost my boyfriend and then
my best friend kissed me and I am like 4 months pregnant with triplets. Un-fucking-believeable. I wish I
could just wake up from this nightmare. But I know its reality. Unfortunantely. I am not prepared. I may
act sort of confident, but deep down I am nothing but scared. Who was going to help me?
"Hey. Can we talk?" Harry was standing at my door. What should I say?
"Uh, why? Are you going to tell me to die again?" I asked.
