Love is war ~ styles

Chapter 6

Kate's POV

"Thanks for the ride" i said to Harry before getting out of the car.

"Anytime" He was still not saying anything."Hey'' I stood in my spot, unsure of what he was going to say. "Niall. He's a great guy, take care of him. He was always a softy" he explained.

"I will thanks" I was still confused, walking away re-thinking his words. I took out my keys from my bag, erased the day in my mind. I hopped onto the couch, hearing my phone ring as soon as i had got comfortable.

"35 days until the tour!" Niall had sent. I didnt bother to reply, since i didn't really know how to respond to it.

For the rest of the day I had just watched re-runs on Netflix and relaxed in my bed, when I heard a doorbell ring. I was dressed in my baggy shirt and only in my boy cut underwear, I didn't really care who it was, I just answered the door swiftly with confidence.

"Niall? It's almost 9, what are you doing here?" My smile defined my dimples well.

"Thought I would stop by" he walked passed me into my home. " How was coffee?" His words were curious but his voice was laidback and didn't care at all.

"Great. Nothing speical" I followed him by sitting on the couch. "Are you okay?" I tilted his chin towards mine.

"Yeah, I fine" he leaned forward with his hands crossed together. "Hey, the boys are coming over in about 20 at my place, I was thinking I could come pick you up?" He looked back at me lounging, listening intently.

"Yeah. Uh- sure, ill just to change" I pecked his plump lips before leaving to the bedroom.

"Ready to go?" Niall had stayed in the exact same position. I changed into a simple jeans and a sweat shirt. He smiled, showing his teeth, whilst he stood up. He escorted me to the door.

The whole car ride I had been texting my good friend Sophia, I know it seem rude but it was the only way I felt comfortable since nobody was talking and I was never the social type. We came to a gentle stop on the side, I noticed 4 other similar cars parked in his already full driveway. I had grabbed my phone from my chair, without sensing a hand on top of mine. They were abnormally cold and dry. He held the backside of my hand, squeezing rather hard.

"Niall, are you okay?" I said with a hint of laughter from his seriousness, since I was always lacking social skills. His piercing blue blue eyes stared. I licked my lips, still confused.

"More than okay" he grinned. "You look really cute when you don't try with your clothes, hair in a lazy bun, and no makeup. You're beautiful" Niall always new I was self conscious, even before we were dating we were really good friends and I told him everything.

My cheeks flushed pink, dimples showing through my faint side smile. I felt like I had to say something in return but I had nothing, I was drawing a blank. "You sure know how to win over a girl?" Was the only thing and first thing that came to mind.

We walked in the house, hand in hand. Of course seeing the boys who circled the kitchen table. Harry turning back around first, giving me a sneaky wink. "Hello lovely" the words came out so easily, followed by a side smirk. I could sense Niall cringing at his words.

"Hello Harold" I tried my best to friend-zone him, not even bothering to stare at him.

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The night consisted of the boys playing video games, talking, and eating the pizza we had ordered.

"I'm going to go to the rest room" was my excuse to leave this for a short period of time. The hallway was quite long and dark. I turned around not expecting to be followed, I saw a dark tall figure. I opened my mouth, Ready to scream, but a hand covered right in time, then I smelled heavy cologne. I saw the face of Harry.

"Hi" he pinned me to the corner, arms on each side of me. He placed his arms around my waist, and added the other hand, pulling me closer. He bit his lip, making me more uncomfortable.

"Harry, please. I don't like you like this" I explain in struggle of escaping his strong hold. I saw him slowly moving his face closer to mine. "Niall-" I yelled before he was even an inch to my lips. He kissed me, not so gentle, to shut me up. His lips were so dry. My head slammed straight into the wall, with Harry violently taking advantage of this moment. I pulled away, pushing him to the other wall.

"You bastard!" I hear a deep Irish accent echo through the hallway. His footstep grew louder. I ran back to Liam, who was watching closely at Niall. It all happened so fast. It was dark and blurry, but I knew exactly what was happening, and the echo of sounds helped too. I almost broke down to tears in Liam's arms.