It's Complicated

Chapter 9: Fights Fights and More Fights

~Chapter 9~

The next few days passed quickly with very little contact between Niall and I. Well technically there was a lot of contact. Shy glances over the breakfast table; bare touches in the car and conveniently moving spaces to be near me. We hadn't talked about what happened outside the diner and quite frankly I was so scared about what we would say. I enjoyed the kiss but I didn't want a relationship; they caused too many problems; too much hassle and you could get seriously hurt. And with Niall being an international superstar it was highly likely.

Today was Saturday and it was a rest day before we headed to Texas tomorrow. It wasn't really a rest day as we spent most of the day packing and tidying the suite in order for the hotel not to charge us. Louis had already been charged for smashing nearly all the glasses in the cabinet when he came home drunk one night. He cursed when he saw that bill when he woke up severely hungover. Feeling quite emotional as I crammed everything into my suitcase, I managed to catch my breath as I felt a warm hand squeeze my shoulder gently. What was it with these boys sneaking up on me?

"Hey Poppy..." The adorable accent said. Inwardly I groaned; why did Niall have to make me feel like this? Feel so beautiful and vulnerable and weak at the knees.

"Hey," I said, turning on my heel. I tried not to sound too desperate for him, trying to sound like I couldn't care that he was within inches of me and that I didn't have an urge to reach out and touch him.

"I think its time to talk about what happened Tuesday Poppy, its been what? Five days?" He said the inevitable words and I sighed.

"Can we do this while I'm packing; I'm really behind!" I asked and he looked bothered but he didn't say, just nodded his head.

"I think you know what I'm here to talk about Poppy..." He began and I sighed again. It was amazing how much I sighed when I was around Niall.

"We kissed Niall and we really shouldn't have. You do realise we seriously shouldn't have kissed?" I asked him and he looked outraged and confused.

"Don't give me that crap Poppy! It was more than a kiss and you know it!" Niall snapped and even though I hated to admit it, he was right. The kiss was amazing and it felt like so much more, like a wake up call that I had maybe missed that element of my life.

"Please keep your voice down!" I hissed, unsure of what I was going to say to his last response.

"I don't even care anymore Poppy. Anyone can hear I don't give two shits! You lead me on and then pull this? You pull this whole 'I don't care' attitude?!" He yells right in my face and I was outraged.

"Don't come in here shouting at me Niall! Its not like I have any choice is it?!" I said quietly but firmly. Once again his face was a picture of confusion and I laughed in spite.

"This isn't really a laughing matter..." He said in a low voice and it kind of scared me, "I can't believe I let myself fall for you-" he groaned at what he just said and I wondered why it suddenly felt like there was hundreds of butterflies trapped in my stomach.

"This is exactly what I didn't want happening! One of us were bound to end up falling for each other and get hurt!" I proved my point and Niall shot me a look.

"None of us are going to get hurt as we can be together Poppy! I know you want this as much as I do!" He ran up to me and grabbed my hands, tearing me away from my frantic packing that had gotten even more quicker since the talk had heated up a bit.

"That will never happen Niall, you know it can't, please!" I begged him to let go as I was scared I was going to collapse into his arms and kiss him if he wasn't careful and so far I had done so well at containing it, but his touch nearly sent me over the edge.

"Are you crazy?! Name me one reason why this couldn't work!" He persisted on and on. I looked towards the ground but he coaxed my chin up with my finger and I prayed to God my blush wasn't noticeable. His eyes softened when they met mine and I felt tears forming in the back of my eyes.

"Relationships don't work with someone like me-" I began but I was cut off.

"Someone like you?! Poppy I want to HELP you with your disorder, I don't care about that!" He burst in.

"It's not my disorder!" I snapped, "I mean, it doesn't work for me, as I am married to my job. I leave at eight o'clock in the morning and don't get back until eight at night. There's literally no room for this in my life!" I explained.

"Is that what you're worried about?!" He raised his eyebrows, not really believing what had just come out of my mouth it seemed, "Its summer, why can't you just give this a go with me Poppy?!"

"Harry is my brother, Harry is your best friend. He totally flipped out when-" yet again I was cut off by a totally annoyed Niall. He moved away from me and began pacing the room.

"I cannot believe you keep pulling the Harry card! If he was your brother and truly loved you he would let you be happy!" He truly didn't care who heard now as he screamed at the top of his voice. All activity that could be heard outside seemed to stop and I couldn't wait to see what the aftermath of this argument was going to be like.

"We are done here!" I said firmly and began packing again. I had to remove myself from this situation before I did something stupid like agree with Niall.

"We're done here?!" He repeated, shocked. I nodded and zipped my suitcase and moved on to tidy the sheets on my bed, despite having to sleep on them again tonight.

"At least say it..." I froze. He said it so quietly I wasn't sure whether he had said it all.

"Say what?" I said all too quickly. He knew that I knew what he meant but he carried on.

"Say you've fallen for me. You told me you think I'm perfect-"

"I know what I said Niall!" I yelled. He had really gotten under my skin now and my passion for him quickly turned into anger bubbling in my veins. He looked taken aback a little but he pushed it further.

"Say it!" He literally growled. I rolled my eyes at what a jerk he had quickly turned into.

"Goodbye Niall!" I said cheerily with a serious tone laced into the thick of it. He stood watching me for a few seconds but I ignored him and he eventually walked out of the room and I exhaled, not realising I was holding my breath. What the hell had I done?

Niall POV:

She made me so mad. She denied all her feelings towards me and it really wound me up. But I could tell easily the effect I have on her by the fact her skin blushed at a mere touch off of me and I'm pretty sure she felt the electricity I had felt too.

That kiss was absolutely amazing. It was the best kiss I'd ever had not that I'd really had many. The past five days she had drove me crazy with her flirty looks and coy movements and I was furious at how she put me down time after time when we always tried to talk about 'us', not that there technically was even an 'us'. I had to win her around but she is so stubborn. She uses Harry as her excuse along with the fact she didn't want her boyfriend to have the burden of her disorder and apparently she didn't have time with her work. Its just a load of excuses. I had to try to find her real reason, was she afraid of not being good enough? Or was she afraid of getting hurt? There were times where I just wanted to tear her hair out the way she was so stubborn; but there were other times where I just wanted to kiss her senseless and tell her how perfect she was. She really messed with my head and I didn't like it one bit.