Musical Encounters

~Chapter 5 "Harry Don't!"~

"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHO I CAN LIKE AND CAN'T LIKE! YOU'RE ONE TO TALK HAROLD!" Niall yelled back at Harry standing as well. 

 "HA! YOU CANT EVEN GET A GIRLFRIEND! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN GET  MY ANNABELLE?!?" Harry stepped closer to Niall. Hurt flashed through Niall's sparkling blue eyes as Harry spat at him.

 "YOU LEFT HER FOR 3 YEARS HARRY! T-H-R-E-E! 3 DON'T YOU REALIZE SHE IS UPSET AND DOESN'T HAVE THAT 'BEST FRIEND' TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU?!?" Niall was turning red as he yelled louder, my brain finally clicked as to what was happening in front of me. I slowly stood up walked over to them. 

 "Don't you two care about what i have to say?" I asked hoping they would stop yelling.

 "STAY OUT OF THIS!" They both yelled without looking at me. I sighed and found my way back to the couch.

 "Don't worry they'll get over this." Liam said trying to make me feel better.

 "SHUT THE FUCK UP HARRY! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE KING OF THE WORLD! WHEN IN REALITY YOU'RE NOTHING! YOU ALWAYS GET THE GIRL! SURE BUT DO YOU CARE HOW THAT MAKES EVERY ONE ELSE FEELS! NO YOU'RE A CARELESS BASTARD!" Niall yelled, catching my attention. I watched as Harry clenched his fingers into a fist, and put his fist into the air. I jumped off the couch and stood in front of Niall. 

 "Harry don't! Please just don't!" I brang my hands up and placed them on his chest. My eyes brimmed with tears as Harry looked down at me slowly.

 "Please." I whispered as a tear rolled down my face. His fist lowered and he placed his palm to my cheek. Instinctively I leaned into his palm, he wiped my tear away with his thumb.

 "I'm sorry, I scared you." He whispered back. I smiled weakly and turned toward Niall who stood there shocked. I hugged him tightly.

 "Niall... Can I talk to you... Alone?" I asked hopefully. He nodded slowly and walked toward the kitchen. I followed him and shut the door behind me.

 "You like Harry." He said coldly. I looked down at the floor and nodded slowly. It's the truth I Annabelle Maria Sanchez like my best friend.

 "Yeah.. I-I do, but Niall I have to say... I-I'm really flattered that y-you like me." I stuttered slowly. Niall looked at me slowly and sighed.

 "It's okay Annabelle, I understand. Harry always wins." He looked down at the floor sadly.

 "How about I call some one and you two go out on like a date and see how that works out?" I asked remembering my other Best friend.

 "I guess I can try... " He smiled, looking at me with excitement dancing in his eyes.

 "So... You're not mad at me?" I asked with puppy eyes, He chuckled and pulled me in for a hug.

 "No, I'm not mad at you. Just glad you are here and you don't hate me." He smiled pulling back.

 "How can I hate an adorable Irish lad?!?" I said in my best Irish accent.

 "Oi, you sounded Irish!" He laughed.

 "Oh and Niall?" I asked before we walked back into the living room.

 "Yes?" 

 "Please don't tell anyone about me liking ..... you know." I said looking down. He grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes.

 "I promise, but you my friend are making me food." He said before running out the kitchen. I laughed at him and gathered all the ingredients for pastelillos. 

~2 Hours Later~

 "I made pastelillos that's why." I answered Alice's question. After a few minutes of goodbye's and 'I love you's' we hung up the phone. I walked into the living room where the boys sat.