Take a chance on me..

26. Good Luck

NIALL'S POV

We stay silent for a while, with the occasional sniffle from Scarlett. She's beautiful, she really is. But she's not mine, she's Harry's and it makes my stomach chrun and my heart break.

It's like going to a art gallery and seeing the most beautiful, exquisite painting but not being able to own it.

*knock knock Knock*

I look down at Scarlett who's giving me a confused look which I return, I get up and walk over to the door and grasp the door handle before opening it.

"Hi mate, can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asks, his large hands are placed in his pockets as he sways on his heels.

"U-um yeh I guess" I turn to give Scarlett a weak grin before stepping out of my comfort zone amd into Harry's layer.

SCARLETT'S POV

I slowly make my way off the bed and over to the door, I know listerning to their conversation is wrong but no ones going to tell me what happens so I best find out myself..

"About our..... Dissagrement.. Earlier, what's up? You never act like a ass to me or to anyone" Harry muffles, I hear a sigh,

"So you think i'm going to let something like that go by?" Niall sounds adgitated and I can tell Harry's confused

"It wasn't even bad. It's not like i tattooed my name on her, or slept with her!" Harry's voice begins to get louder,

"No, but thats what you want don't you? To sleep with her and hold her hand and give her a few kisses when the paps arrive." This isn't like Niall but I can't bring myself to stop them or myself.

"Really? You honestly think i'm like that?! WE'VE BEEN IN A BAND TOGETHER FOR 3 YEARS! I'VE HAD CONSTANT INSULTS ABOUT MY LOVE LIFE AND YOU KNOW THEY'RE NOT TRUE!." I flinch at his loudness but continue to listen as he proceds

"I'm human, I make mistakes, I date people and thats what i'm pinalised for. Do you know how much it hurts knowing that the whole world don't think your capable of loving somone...?" He sniffles and takes a deep breath,

"Har-"

"No Niall, listen" Harry cuts him off as Niall stays silent.

"It sickens me that people belive that, but coming from you? That's enough for someone to hate themself even more." A faint tap of shoes are heard before the door handle begins to move, I scurry over to the bed and sit down.

Niall's face is emotionless but his eyes show a hint of guilt. He walks over to the bed and gently pushes me aside to climb in.

My face falls as I walk over to light and switch it off before climbing into bed.

Before I fall into a deep sleep I manage to mutter: "Goodnight Niall and good luck"