Your Greatest Mistake

Chapter Seven

Riley's POV

Niall and I walked upstairs holding hands, which was weird. We walked into my room and he shut the door behind us. I dug through my dresser drawers for some of Niall's clothes. I pulled out a black shirt and khaki shorts.

"Is this alright?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

"You could change in the bathroom." I said.

"You act like I've never changed in front of you before." He said taking his shirt off.

My face turned red and I pulled out a t-shirt and shorts. He faced the door and changed and I faced the wall. He changed fast. Fast enough to walk over to me while I still had no shirt on. He pulled me close to him and put his hand on my cuts.

"Did they hurt?" He asked.

"Not as much." I said.

"As much as what?" Niall asked.

"What you did." I whispered.

He looked down at me and tilted up my chin. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. We kissed. He pulled away and frowned.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He muttered.

Instead of answering him I pulled him close to me and kissed him. The kiss seemed to have went on for a while. We both pulled away and I smiled.

"I still don't forgive you." I said.

"You sure are confusing." He laughed.

"Yeah." I said.

"You should put on a shirt." He said laughing even more.

I gasped. I forgot that I was standing there in a bra. I walked over to my bed and picked up my shirt. I slid it on and looked at him. He smiled and held out his hand. We walked downstairs and stood with our friends. They all looked pretty confused, so I broke the silence.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"Um, wanna go to Raimundo's?" Liam asked.

Ah, Raimundo's. Amazing food. Amazing memories. That's the place where Niall asked me out.

"Yeah." Niall said.

We walked there and sat down. All of us were eating when the worst happened. Paparazzi. They came in flocks.

"How does it feel to be back?" Asked one.

"Niall! Didn't you and Riley break up?" Yelled another.

"Is it true she cuts herself?!" Screamed one more.

That was the point that Niall grabbed me by the hand and pulled us through the crowd. The boys and my girls were trailing behind us. Liam left money to cover lunch on the table. Niall and I ran as fast as we could to escape the press.

Once we reached a park, we stopped. No more press. I looked down in defeat. How did they know about my cutting?