Lucky ~Niall Horan Love Story~

Chapter Nine~

I sat down on the balcony of the hotel room and felt the wind gently push my hair behind me. I sighed and I heard a cough behind me. I turned to see Niall there and he had his blonde hair down for the first time in months.

I didn't smile or frown or break down in tears, I just stared at him with a stone face, searching for emotions in his.

"Hi." We both said at the same time. I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a finger to my lips, making me shush.

"Sam you are not leaving." He said simply. I stood up and looked at him.

"Niall... I screwed up." I said sadly.

I kissed Niall, liked Harry, kissed Niall again, ran away, pissed off Harry, and kissed Louis. Now Niall and Harry are hating me. Niall shook his head and crossed his arms.

"I don't care... You are not running out." He said, his face filled with anger and... sadness? I looked at him simply.

"Answer my question first." I said to him. He shrugged.

"Niall..." I said to him slowly. "Do you like me..?" He didn't speak and looked down at the ground. "Niall..." I said, pressuring on.

He looked at me straight in the eye.

"No." I shook my head and scoffed.

"As soon as we leave the KCA's, I'm leaving. I can't be here anymore." I pushed past him, and a tear fell down on my face. I always screwed things up with him. I stayed in the hotel room te last couple of weeks. I couldn't take sitting there and watching everyone look at me like I was bad.

Today, however, I wasn't even getting out of the bed.

There was a knock on my door and I din't respond, but someone walked in anyways.

"Hey." Said Harry's voice. I looked up and then propped myself up on my elbows, smiling at him slightly.

"Hi." I muttered.

He sat on the edge of my bed and smiling his big smile. I laughed slightly and he smiled even more.

"Look, Sam, I'm not mad... I was just caught off guard. I would've liked if we gave us a chance, but I see it in your eyes you like Niall." I shrugged and smiled at him.

"Yeah." I said softly. "But he doesn't feel the same. Now he hates me... AGAIN!" I said angrily now.

Harry tackled me, and pinned my arms to my bed, getting on top of me. Well, this was weird... "Samara Angela Payne," He started. I really hated my middle name. "You are beautiful and funny and Niall would be insane not to like you... Now stop moping in your room. Get your hair all flippy and overwhelming and go outside, talk to your brother because he wants you to write him another kicks ass song so you can perform with us at our next concert."

I smiled at him and nodded, trying to sit up, but he was still pinning me down.

"Harry," I started.

"Yes?" He replied.

I laughed at him.

"Please, get off of me." He laughed and got off of me so I could sit up.

Harry had forgive me.

I was happy.