Meeting The Lads

Chapter 18

My eyes flutter open and I notice Ebony isn't here. It's 10:36 am here, I wonder where she is. I immediately check my phone and I have many texts from her.

'I'm staying at Liam's tonight'

'Don't be mad please?'

'Ill be fine'

'Don't worry about me, we're at a club. I didn't even know I was allowed here!'

I walk to the kitchen, thinking Ebony is her own person, she knows what she's doing. But God knows what happened at Liam's last night. I accomplish making myself an omelet, I burned the eggs a bit but its not a big deal. It's actually surprisingly pretty good. I smile to myself and hear a knock on the door. I put up a quick messy bun and look down at my body. I don't even remember changing into these green fleece pants, maybe I did when I got home, but I just lift my eyebrows and open the doors. It's Niall.

"Hey!" I say to him with a smile. He frowns and I let him in.

"What's wrong...? " I ask him looking up. He's standing right in front I me and he looks sad.

"It's... It's about Harry. Yesterday, he came to my house and started yelling at me. He started fighting me but I stopped it, he- he wouldn't stop yelling and then he forced me to go to the bar with him," he continues and I can't comprehend or believe any of it. Why would Harry drink? It's just been a day.

"He got drunk and then I took him back to his house. I wanted to make sure he was going to be okay so I stayed the night and we barely talked, he was so drunk so I didn't bother talking to him. In the middle of the night he got up and started yelling at me again. Saying it was my fault." He says struggling to hold a tear back.

"Oh god. Where is he now?" I question.

"He's at his house. He's sleeping, but Im afraid he's gonna wake up and notice I left. He'll just get more angry. He kept saying something about how he needed you and how he screwed everything up. I even saw him cry for the first time. It was horrible, seeing Harry like thy killed me, I wanted to cry myself. He never drank, only when he was is mad. Really mad. Or when he felt like he was losing someone." He says. I would've wanted to cry too. I was speechless.

"I'll go check on him I guess. He doesn't deserve it, but I feel bad now." I say. "I never thought he actually liked me. I thought it was a joke. I can't believe he did that." I say motioning Niall to follow me towards the closet. I pick out Capri jeans and a tshirt. Niall stays outside the bathroom while I change and then we were off to Harry's.

"Hey, thanks." He says. But I honestly don't know why I was doing this. I nod my head. I don't want to be here right now. I should be shopping or sight seeing, I should be at the mall or in the hotel room having a lazy day all too myself. But I guess this is the right thing to do. Right? We pull up to Harry's driveway and I'm praying that he's not awake.

"After you." He says unlocking the door with the key Harry has given him.

"Lets go check in his room." Niall say with his thick accent. I nod and follow him up the stairs. He runs a hand in his blonde hair a shakes his head. I stop at the second staircase and try to hear the faint sound of Harry's voice.

"Why'd you even talk to her?

Why did you do that?! To get on my fucking nerves? Because if that was your goal you reached it Brent. I've had enough of your shit. Don't ever talk to my girlfriend again!!" He yells. Who is he talking about? If that was the Brent I saw at the fair I'm so confused right now. And who was Harry's 'girlfriend' right now? Because I know I'm not. I step into Harry's room and Niall just stays out.

"Harry?" I speak.

"Skylar." Harry says not knowing where the voice is coming from. I step in closer to him so he sees my full body.

"Why are you here? Who brought you here?" He asks loudly.

"Niall brought me here I-"

"He didn't need to do that." He says firmly.

"Yes he did, Harry you need help." I say.

"I don't need help Skylar." He says getting softer.

"Then what exactly do you need Harry? What has been going on here? You obviously need help!" I half yell.

"I don't need help... I, I need you. Everything that has been happening to me. Everything that I've been doing to myself. It's the only thing I do when I'm without you because I felt that you just left me." He says getting softer, looking away from me.

"You were the cause of it Harry! You were so good to me and then shit came out of nowhere and it was all your fault! How do you expect me to react to all of this? It's been one day anyways. This is too much, Harry you can't do this." I ask him slightly loud.

"I don't even know. I thought you would come back. It was just so unexpected for me. I thought my time off of work was going to be so much different than this." He says. I don't answer, I just wait for him to continue.

"How am I supposed to react when I'm getting mocked by so many people and people are trying to take you away from me? How am I supposed to react when my ex-best friend turns his back on me and tries to take away everything I love? Just because he knows that it's my favorite thing." He yells. A tear runs down his face and I'm struggling some of my own, realizing that he just called me his favorite thing.

"Harry." I begin.

"No... Just go, you wouldn't understand anyways." He tells me while wiping his tears.

"Just tell me, please just explain to me. I promise i'll listen." I promise and grab his arm. He turns to look in my eyes but I just look away. I can't look him in the eyes right now for some reason. It's just impossible for me to.

"If it wasn't clear in your brain. I was talking about you. I want you to be my girlfriend, I want to say I love you before we end calls, I wanna wrap your body with my arms and fall asleep on the couch together. I wanna see you blush from me, I want to hold you tight and make all your worries vanish. I want someone I love, to love me back." He sighs. I'm so shocked and can't think straight. My heart secretly flutters for Harry but I wasn't ready for this.

"Am I asking for too much?" He asks me. I look up an nod my head no. I don't speak, but I go to him and hug him, I've been urning for his warmth.

"We both know we can't live with or without eachother." Is what slips out of my mouth. I nod my head regretting it but if it was true, it should be said right? He looks down at me and lifts his eyebrows. A tear streams down my cheek and I hug him tighter.

"Shh." I whisper to him, I didn't want to talk just yet. Moments later I let go of the hug and look him in the eyes.

"What happens next?" He asks me.

"What do you mean?" I question his.

"Well, can you love me again? Did that big explanation not help?" He yells.

"What are you talking about? I never even loved you, we went on a date it meant nothing!" I lie.

"To you maybe it was, but to me it was the best day ever. I thought you would forgive me. I'm such an idiot." He says to himself.

"Yes you are." I remark. I cross my arms and look at him.

"Let me take you out tonight. We could be alone I know that's what you want." He says to me. And it is what I want. I nod my head up and down, only saying yes because I have no reason for saying no, but I do, I have lots of reasons. But I was allowing this mess to treat me this way for some reason.