Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Eighteen

Serena's POV*


I stand in front of the couch, a mug of tea in my hands as I watch Niall snore, fast asleep. I consider waking him up, but decide against it. Even angry and hurt I can't do that to him knowing how tired he's been from tour, and now he'll be hung-over too.


I sigh, taking a sip from my mug and walk into the kitchen. I sit down at the white stone breakfast counter where I have my laptop plugged in and boot it up, deciding to do some online shopping. I click around for awhile on a few different websites, then I hear the floor creak and Niall appears in the doorway.


Silence fills the air except for the thud of Niall's feet as he makes his way over to the pantry. After grabbing a box of cereal and pouring a bowl, he breaks the silence.


"Good morning." Niall says casually, before eating a spoonful of cereal.


"Is it?" I respond sarcastically, letting my eyes flicker up over my laptop screen to where Niall is leaning against the counter.




"Serena... Don't start." Niall groans, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.


"We have to talk about this." I shut my laptop.


"What is there to say?" Niall asks, taking a bite of his cereal.


"You are joking right?" I frown at him and watch as he takes another bite of his cereal. His phone goes off and he reaches for it, opening the text and responding.


"Can you not text while we are talking?" My voice is as cold as ice, and he notices.


"I wasn't aware we were yet, and I'm sorry I won't." He raises a hand in defeat.


"Where were you last night?"


"What are you my mother?" Niall raises his eyebrows at me, attempting to be humorous.


"No I'm your girlfriend who you don't seem to give a fuck about." I yell, gripping my fingers tightly on my tea mug.


"I was getting drunk at a pub with the lads." Niall rubs his eyes.


"Why?" I ask calmly. His phone goes off again and he looks at it, then at me.


"I wanted to? I haven't seen them in a long time Serena."


"I know that's fine Niall it's not about that. Why would you be so horrible in front of Bobby then just leave me?" I feel anger bubbling inside me.


"I didn't leave you!" His expression looks surprised. "Bobby was with you!"


"I didn't want to talk to Bobby about what happened Niall! I wanted to talk to you and you fucking left me at a bookstore." I yell angrily at him, and it feels good.


"I had to Serena I'm so sorry! I didn't realize..." He starts to say and I cut him off.


"You had to leave me? I'm here in Ireland with you Niall! I'm not visiting my family to be with you! And you have to just be a dick to me for no reason? Everything was going good and you just completely flipped on me." It feels good to let everything out, and it feels even better that Niall looks upset, it's good he's showing emotion.


Niall opens his mouth to respond and his phone goes off a third time. I reach for it and immediately slide it open to find it's locked.


"Serena give it to me." Niall reaches for it.


"Why do you have a lock?"


Whenever Niall has a password on his phone, he always tells me.


"Are you forgetting who I am?" Niall takes the phone from my hand.


"What?"


"Did you forget who I am? I'm famous Serena. If someone takes my phone I need to have a lock on it." Niall responds to his text and sets it back on the counter.


"Wow. You are seriously acting like a dick."


"What did I do now?" Niall rolls his eyes at me.


"Don't be cocky Niall, you look like a dick and it makes me want to punch you in the face."


I glare at his beautiful face, his blue eyes look slightly bloodshot and he has some light stubble growing in on his chin. After the way he's been treating me, I would punch him in the face.


"I bet you would." Niall itches his nose.


"I honestly will. What happened to being humble?" I groan and close my eyes. He's giving me a massive headache, and suddenly I feel tired and worn out.


"It came out wrong."


"Tell your friend that he can text you later." His message said it was from EG, and I try to think of someone with those initials.


"I don't even want to talk about this Serena. Can we move foreword?" Niall sighs and walks over to the sink, dumping his leftover milk down the drain.


"No." I whisper, standing up from the counter.


"No?"


"If you can't talk to me then I want to go home. Whatever happened with you yesterday, I just don't feel like dealing with it right now." I leave the kitchen and walk towards his bedroom.


"Serena!" Niall rushes after me and I stop walking and turn to him. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much."


"I love you too Niall. But I still want to go home. I think we've been around each other too much lately."






*Lauren's POV*


I wake to a heavy leg thrown across me, and the light snore of my sleeping boyfriend next to me.


What ever happened to spooning...


I sigh and carefully slide out from under Harry's leg, making sure not to disturb his slumber. I tiptoe over to where my overnight bag,where I packed to stay at Anne's house for after the wedding is sitting on a wooden chest. I pull a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt out of the bag, shrugging them on and pulling my hair up into a ponytail.


"No stay naked..." Harry's deep, sleepy voice startles me and I jump. "Sorry." He chuckles.


I look over at Harry and watch as he sits up, stretching his arms over his head then rubbing his eyes.


"Haven't had enough in the last 24 hours?" I smirk, picking my toothbrush up out of my bag and walking towards the connected bathroom.


"Nope, never." I peek my head around the doorway to see Harry's expression and he winks at me.


Once I finish brushing my teeth, I walk back into the bedroom and stand next to the bed. "I'm kind of ashamed to say this, but I'm pretty sore from last night." I bend over and begin rubbing my calves.


"I'm sorry babe, you need to tell me when you can't handle it. Sometimes I can't control how rough I am." Harry sounds smug, but for my sake he tries to act sympathetic.


Oh god... Does he really think I mean...


"No... I meant from dancing you pervert!" I can't help but smirk at him.


"Oh." Something about Harry's short response makes me laugh and he looks embaressed.


"You are a dork." I walk over to his side of the bed as he flops back against the pillows, throwing his arms over his face.


Harry groans."Stop I'm already embaressed."


"Don't be, I love you." I peel his arms off his face to find a dimpled, smiling Harry. "See you're smiling, you think it's funny!"


"No I just think you are cute." Harry grabs me around the waist and pulls me down next to him. A small squeal escapes my lips.


"Get up and get dressed!" I poke his stomach as a giggle escapes my lips.


"Nooooo..." Harry lets go of me and flips over, facing the other way and pulling the blankets up over his shoulder.


"What are we going to do today?" I ask, patting his bum.


"How about be lazy?" Harry yawns.


"No let's go out!"


"I'm so tired... I've been going and going and going..." Harry's voice wavers and he sighs.


"I've been waiting for you to get home so we can go out!" I argue.


"Lauren I'm so tired..."


"Harry I've been lonely." I whine crawling across the bed and laying on top of him. "I guess I could call a friend."


He grunts and I wrap my arms around his upper body.


"No I'm sorry you are right. Lets do something." Harry rolls me off him and I lay on the bed next to him so we are face to face.


"Any ideas?"


"Whatever you want to do." Harry smiles at me.


"Let's do something more private. I don't want you being mobbed."


"Sounds fine to me." Harry replies. "Did you enjoy the wedding?"


"It was lovely. I had so much fun. Thank you for bringing me Harry."


"It was great wasn't it? My family loves you, maybe more than me." Harry teases.


"Impossible! Although Nana and I did bond."


"She is pretty funny, she kept repeatedly telling me the entire night how beautiful you are." Harry reaches towards me and swipes some hair off of my face that fell out of my loose ponytail. "Of course I already know that."


I blush. "I don't know how she put together that we are a couple."


Harry snorts. "Trust me Lauren, my family all knows by now."


"You think Nana told them?" Nana told me she wouldn't say anything.


"No I just think if Nana can tell we are together everyone can." Harry scratches his arm.


"Well you never have been much of an actor." I tease and he rolls his eyes. "Nana told me the reason she knew we are together is because you brought me to a wedding your best mates aren't even at."


Harry sits thoughtful for a second. "That is a really obvious point."


"By the way, Nana told me you paid for the wedding. Is that true?"


"Yes, most of it." Harry smiles calmly at me.


I always forget how much money Harry has. It always surprises me when something happens and Harry spends a lot of money, or when he buys something quite expensive. It makes me uncomfortable when he tries to buy me things, but then again any normal middle class society member would feel uncomfortable too.


"That's amazing Harry. Everyone is very thankful." I respond.


"I know, I wish I could've done more. I have the money, why not put it to use."


Because it probably makes his mum just as uncomfortable as it makes me.


"What do you want to do today?" I change the subject, sitting up on the bed.


"You pick."


"We could do something relaxing?" I suggest, knowing he wants a lazy day anyways.


"Like what?"


"You like fishing don't you?" I poke his stomach and his hands instinctively fly to mine.


"I'll go fishing as long as you bait my hook and take the fish off if I catch anything!" Harry laughs.


"Well I don't think you will catch anything, but deal." I hold my hand out to Harry and he shakes it. "Who's the man in this relationship?"


"You. You're the one with the chest hair." Harry jokes.


"That's gross." I frown at him and he laughs. "At least I can grow chest hair?"


"Ouch..." Harry makes a face pretending he is sad.


"Give it some time, I am older than you." I remind him, continuing the joke.


"Not by much..." Harry argues.


"I would say a year is a lot." I smirk at him.


"Right now we are the same age."


"Not for long!"


Harry frowns at me. "It's okay, I'm older than Liam and Niall too." I lean over and kiss his cheek.


"Now get up and get dressed!" I push his body lightly and he sits up.


"Okay fine. Don't expect me to dress up." Harry says, standing up and walking towards the overnight bag.


I roll my eyes. "When do you ever dress up?"


"Last night!" Harry argues with me smiling, and pulling a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt out of the bag.


"That's true." I pull my hair out of my ponytail and retie it up into a high bun.


"Soon you'll be living out of a suitcase again." I smile at him and he zips back up the bag.


"I hate packing." I watch as he pulls the sweatpants up over his hip bones.


"What do you even have to pack? Wardrobe has most of your attire." I ask him.


He pulls his sweatshirt over his head and runs his hand through his hair. "My normal clothes and underwear."


"Well I'll help you."


"I'll help you too." Harry pulls a beanie over his head and walks towards the bathroom.


"For?"


"Packing!" Harry calls from the bathroom, I hear the sink start running so I assume he is brushing his teeth.


"Are you delusional? I got kicked off tour, what is with you and Lou..." I get off the bed and decide to make it, I start pulling the sheets up.


"They can't keep you off tour Lauren. That would be like telling me Gemma can't come on tour, they can't do that." Harry walks out of the bathroom and helps me make the bed.


"That's a completely different situation." I remind him. Gemma is his sister.


"No it's not. If I'm not mistaken Lou goes everywhere we go." Harry argues, picking up the throw pillows off the floor and tossing them onto the bed.


"That's a good point." I agree, arranging the pillows.


"So you'll come?"


"I need to think about it. I don't know if I can afford to." I tell Harry and cross the room towards the door.


I open it and quietly start making my way down the hall towards the stairs, so I don't wake up anyone who is asleep. Harry follows me, except not as quietly. When we are in the kitchen, I grab a banana off the counter and sit down at the kitchen table. Harry does the same.


"What do you mean you can't afford to?" Harry asks, opening his banana from the bottom like usual. I roll my eyes.


"I have a flat and bills I have to pay, I can't just pick up everything and leave to go away for nine weeks." I remind him, opening my banana the normal way and taking a bite.


"I can pay your rent for you." Harry says and I almost burst out laughing. I would if his face didn't look so serious.


"Never in a million years." I nod my head no at him. "Either way I'll run out of money."


"Why don't you sell your flat and move in with me?" Harry asks, finishing his banana and setting the peel on the table.


"Yeah because that won't look suspicious!"


"I lived with Louis." Harry argues, pulling the beanie off his head and readjusting it.


"And look where that got you." I accidentally blurt.


His face looks shocked and I regret the words right after they leave my mouth. All of us try to ignore the Larry gossip, knowing that both boys are straight and have girlfriends, but the public doesn't know that, and the fans get to be a little much. It's a touchy subject.


"I'm sorry. It was a nice offer. I will think about it." I lean towards him and kiss his cheek, wrapping my arms around his neck.


"Okay." He sighs and wraps his arms around me.


"So fishing?" I pull away and smile at him.


"I guess so." Harry tries to look displeased but his eyes can't mask his excitement.










*i realize this is short, I wrote the chapter and accidentally deleted it on my phone. It was a nightmare oh my god :(*?




*i do realize I made a Larry comment in this chapter, I'm not saying I do or don't ship Larry but this is a het fic obviously! I just want the fic to seem as realistic as possible*


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