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Ch. 38 - A weem-ba-wah

AN: REMINDER that Bessa represents all annoying main characters in fanfics, so not just Tessa. And sorry for the late update!!

Bessa began to cry even harder, to the point where it was like really ugly crying -like the girl even surpassed my pre crying face with her smeared mascara and snot, it was like someone had told her to cry as if a bandmember from her favorite band had just left the group.

Yeah, that kind of crying.

Harry and I watched her from the side like she was some new telivision show, the both of us sharing a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream with two spoons as she hid her face and sobbed uncontrollably.

"I can't believe- he just- he just left me like that!" She wailed out, bringing up Niall once again who had left a few moments ago before she started to choke on her tears as I gingerly handed her a box of tissues.

"Didn't you tell him that if he didn't leave you alone you'd never forgive him?" I questioned, raising my brow in confusion as Harry and I placed the tub of ice cream down and approached her small heaving figure.

"Yes but I didn't think he'd actually do it! I was hoping he would follow me!" She practically screeched in frustration, breaking down all over again as I scrunched my face at her answer while exchanging "what the fuck" looks with Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry mouthed at me with a dimpled smile, not really saying anything out loud as he looked at Bessa between us before raising his hands at his sides, shrugging his shoulders and mouthing the lyrics to that catchy Justin Bieber song.

I started to dance behind Bessa to go along with his unspoken lyrics, crouching and jutting my arms out into the air making the both of us laugh silently until Bessa snapped her head up to look at us with watery eyes.

"I'm so..." She began, pucking her lip out before she looked up at Harry with big innocent looking blue eyes.

"Depressed.." She pouted, a tear trailing down her flushed cheek at the perfect time as Harry blinked at her unphased.

"And I care because-"

"What Harry's trying to say is," I cut in, quickly trying to catch her attention as I placed a wary hand on her shoulder as a sign of comfort before she looked up at me with a subtle hint if annoyance on her face.

"Is that maybe... I don't know, for once, you should go after Niall and you guys should just talk things out. No yelling or anything, just hear eachother out and take turns speaking so there's no misunderstandings and you can see it from his point of view." I offered with a supporting smile as she gave me a blank expression.

"I definitely agree with Nat," Harry spoke up, clearing his throat before he placed his hands on Bessa's dainty shoulders.

"Run to him." Harry began in a serious and endearing tone making Bessa's eyes widen before a faint blush crept on her face.

"And don't come back, alright have a nice day." He finished, swiflty turning her around until her back was to him as he tried to push her towards the door.

"Wait!" She squeaked out, because for some reason she's part mouse and everytime something comes out of that girl's mouth it's either a squeak or a cry.

"I think I'm just going to stare at the wall and be depressed." Bessa concluded, directing her statement towards me as I pursed my lips and tilted my head to the side a bit while Harry brought his head back and let out an irritated groan.

"Or you could take action and figure out the problem between you and Niall." I tried one more time, making her look between the wall of my living room and the door as if mentally contemplating her options.