Love is war ~ styles

Chapter 28

Kate's POV

I sit, beside my older brother, my hand rests in my sweatshirt pockets, sipping my starbucks coffee, exchanging nothing but silence. Niall and Harry sat very far from each other, with Louis and Zayn sitting in between them. I stare across looking Niall in the eyes, this could not be more awkward. I spent so long crying over something that should have happened a long time ago. I find it ridiculous that he won't even talk to me about it, he hasn't even heard my side of the story. I shift my body upwards, leaning my elbows on my knees, staring down the blonde headed boy in front of me. I wanted to say so much, but there was so much time I could say it in. As if the entrance wasn't hard enough: fans were yelling, screaming, in tears, posters, signs, and nothing but teenagers filled the front doors, but they were lined off, so at least we weren't stuck there for hours on end. We all felt confident that we lost them and that they have all forgotten or were tired of waiting.

"Niall can we-"

"I think I'm going to go to the bathroom" He blurts, cutting off my unfinished words. He just went about 20 minutes ago.

He was being so immmature about this. I sigh leaning back in my uncomfortable chair, crossing my arms in anger. I watch him look back at me for a short second, but shrug and keep going towards the back wall. He wore his fitting gray pullover (which I remember taking and using it to bed), black jeans, and his LA snapback. His outfits were so reoccuring, but I liked that.

"Kate" Louis whispers, staring intently at the side of my face, as my eyes had stayed looking at the same spot. "Just give him time" He clutches his fingers together still looking at me.

"But how long is that exactly?" I snap, tired of all this bullshit. "he's never going to talk to me again for some stupid shit I never did" I raised my voice gradually after every word. "This is so dumb" I say one last time looking around and silencing my tone. i caught Harry's stare in the corner of my eye. I licked my lips, ready to say more but restricted myself. I sat back down and slid in my seat, making a a sassy sigh whilst so.

the blonde walks back and rests in the same spot while humming a song to fill the empty spot. "what did I miss?" I looks around at everyone but me. No one answered, but that was the response he was probably wanting.

"I'm leaving'' I state, angering but trying to stay calm. I jolted from my seat staring Niall in the eyes, with nothin in return.

"Kate, don't-" Harry says, grabbing my arm.

I ripped my arm from his gripped tight hands, causing a sad look on the curly headed boys face. He looked so venerable, but I tried to stay strong and not give in. "Bye" I finally say, turning to the large walk way of stores. I didn't know where I was going but I assumed it was better for me to leave instead of staying and wanting to punch all of them. I walk into a rather big gift shop, going straight for the back where the beverages were. I open one and grab an iced tea, as I turn around, looking up from my phone I see the same brown headed boy, Harry. "What do you want?" My sassiness still in my tone.

"Can we please talk? We haven't even said anything to each other since-"

"Yeah, I know. Fine" My anger suddenly washes from my voice. "What do you want to talk about?" The distance between us was unbearable, I take a step closer.

"Us" He stands firm.

"There is no us" as cliche as it sounded, it was the truth.

"Kate listen, I don't want things to be like this forever, whatever I did that night I'm sorry-"

"You still don't understand do you? We never slept with each other, that's the thing. We kissed and I was stupid for letting you. We fell asleep and all of a sudden it was morning and Niall had entered the house. That's all, Styles" A chill ran through my back, standing my ground, keeping a decent distance from each other.

"Did I say anything?" He asks, like I didn't even say anything. "Like when I was drunk, did I say anything?"

"Really?" My eyebrow raised, mouth agape, shocked that he didn't remember. Did those words really mean nothing to him. Was that night just pointless to him, but somehow it still got me in all this shit.

"Well considering I had too much to drink and you offered to take me home I assume I did say something. Don't give me that look where I'm supposed to remember because I don't. I was a stupid drunk who fell in love with you" he spoke fast and meaningful, but his voice was ringing in anger.

I was done with bottling up my feelings. I left the iced tea on the table, slamming it rather hard, stomping my way out of the shop. I realized he wasn't moving, wasn't looking, wasn't caring, but that didn't matter, the only thing that mattered in that moment was Niall. My mind went blank for a second staring in front of me whilst I was still fast walking passed the taller, buffer bodies around me pacing towards their terminal.