History

Chapter 6: The Right Decisions

Brooklyn's pov.

Two weeks after Justin's party, Harry and I were growing further apart. I hadn't known that was possible, but never speaking to each other, was an indicator that we were back to where we started. We obviously had to see each other because we were 'dating'. And believe it or not, I was starting to believe in fate. And fate wasn't showing that Harry and I were meant to be together. Everything kept pointing to Niall. He was a true gentleman, he was sweet, he was kind, and he didn't even kiss me till our third date. Speaking of which, yes Niall and I decided to go out after my drunk phone call. He asked if I'd really meant it the next time I saw him, and I said yes. Harry was looking down. He wasn't really talking to anyone. Usually he'd be moody and start yelling at people if he was mad, but this wasn't the case. He seemed frustrated, and something in his eyes told me that there was more to it than anger. It pained me to see him that way. And for some reason Louis looked pretty angry whenever I saw him glancing at Harry.

Today was the day of when Harry and I were officially going public. We were doing an interview on the Late Late Show with James Cordon. I wore a simple black dress with gold flats, and Harry was wearing a white T-shirt and black skinny jeans with brown ankle boots. We were standing outside the studio. Niall was next to me, holding my hand behind our backs so no one would notice. He leaned down and whispered,

"You're going to do wonderful darling. Just don't make me too jealous when you're up there." I giggled, and kissed his cheek. I saw Harry glance at us but quickly turn away with a flinch, like it physically caused him pain. He was drunk when he told me he was still in love with me. He didn't mean it. Right...? I'd stopped wearing my ring to bed again, because I couldn't risk getting hurt again.

"You guys need to be more discreet. Anyone could walk in here right now as see you two holding hands and making googly eyes." Cynthia, my manager said behind us. luckily, Sarah had a wedding she was at, so she wasn't there to see Niall and I. I jumped, and we quickly released our hands. "Good." She sighed. "Now go stand next to your boyfriend." She gestured to Harry. I looked around then quickly pecked Niall on the lips. Cynthia gave me a scolding look. I stuck my tongue out at her and she rolled her eyes. Something about Niall made me feel like a child. I stood next to Harry and he didn't even look at me. It had honestly been a few days since we'd talked.

"You ready for the interview?" I sighed. He stared out the ground, not rolling his eyes like he would have normally.

"I guess so." Was all he said. I frowned and stared ahead as the crowd piled into their seats.

"Harry why do you always look so sad?" I asked quietly, resting my hand on his arm. He shook out of my grasp.

"I'm not sad." Again, a short reply.

"But you look sad." I prompted, sighing. "I've known you most of my life. I can tell when you're sad." I said. He looked me in the eyes.

"In that case, it shouldn't be hard to figure ou-"

"3-2-1 Show time!" The announcer yelled, interrupting Harry. James quickly ran onto the set from the side across from us, raising his hands in the air. He said a few jokes while introducing us to the crowd before we went on. Harry held my back, leading me to shake hands with James.

"Oh my. How are you two?" He asked. We sat down on the couch next to him.

"We've been good." Harry answered for both of us. James smiled.