Fake (N.S)

21. (!)

Niall's POV

It had to have been several days since mine and Harry's last interaction and I had put as much effort as I could into avoiding every thought of him. I understood that it would be a good idea to at least try and fix things between the two of us and I also knew that I had promised Jade that I would give Harry a chance but it was hard for me to actually attempt to do it.

Although it was technically my fault for trying to keep my distance, it was also kind of his fault. He hadn't even tried to communicate with me, which pretty much confirmed that he wasn't even interested in even attempting to fix whatever we had. 

Without having Harry to distract me, I was able to spend the whole weekend studying, which, much to my parents' satisfaction, meant I wasn't around Louis, Harry, nor any other boy that could potentially fuck me.

My friends didn't seem that bothered by my lack of communication, as they were quite used to it. I doubted that Louis would take his focus off of Liam for long enough to notice I hadn't even texted him.

I felt rather pathetic for allowing a boy to push me away from normal things, particularly a boy that had been the sole thing I hated prior to all of this shit happening.

~

"You're going to be late," my father hissed as soon as I exited my room, which wasn't extremely different from usual.

I didn't reply, I simply walked past him and headed down the stairs, thankful that he hadn't called me back in order for me to apologise to him. I assumed my mother had already left for work, seeing as neither she nor her judgemental comments were present as soon as I had left the comfort of my bedroom.

My father had left shortly after that, not doing anything aside from giving me a stern look on his way out, causing me to roll my eyes as soon as the front door had slammed shut.

It was painfully obvious that I had started to get an attitude with them as time went on and it was strange to think that I would have obeyed pretty much everything they said a few months ago. The person I was before wouldn't even dream of talking back to my parents, let alone fake date a boy in order to get them to leave me alone, as well as date a completely different boy almost as soon as it was over.

Though as I was always told, change was good.

~

"You didn't fuck him...did you?" Louis questioned, walking beside me as we walked towards our next class.

"Of course not," I paused, struggling to balance everything I had been carrying in my hands. "He fucked me," I added.

"Ha, real clever," he said and I could sense him narrowing his eyes at the back of my head.

"How did you even find out about that, anyways?" I asked, finally turning to look at him, only to see him give me an innocent looking grin.

"Come on, you can't expect to make out with him in the fucking school parking lot when other people were still around and expect no one to figure out what happened, can you?" he replied, raising his eyebrow.

"I'm just saying, it's horribly intrusive of people to talk about other people's hookups for some 'innocent fun,' isn't it?" I asked.

"What else are we supposed to talk about?" he shrugged.

"How about this, next time I have sex with Harry, I'll record it and send it to you?" I replied sarcastically, which caused Louis to roll his eyes.

"You're hilarious," he scoffed. "And you also admitted that you're planning on having sex with Harry again," he added, a grin returning on his face.