The Truth or Dare (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Part 26

Alex POV

“Alex, are you okay? You seem… surprised?” Niall spoke after a while of silence.

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine.” I lied.

I’m not fine.

In fact, it was the exact opposite. I didn’t deserve Niall or Harry.

“I…Niall?” I looked up at him, “Where is Harry?”

“What time is it?” He asked, confused.

“9pm,” I replied swiftly.

“He’s probably on the roof of the hotel, watching the stars - he tends to go there to relax.”

“Oh, I’ll be back.” I quickly reacted, “I… have to go do something, don’t wait up.”

“Where?” He frowned, “Do you want me to come?”

“No.” I immediately countered. Only then, did I realize how harsh I sounded, “I… mean… it’s fine I’ll be back soon.”

And with that said, I ran out the hotel room and into the elevator.

Harry, why are you doing this to me?

I was puffing when I reached my destination. There, in front of me, stood Harry.

I walked up to him, “why?”

He turned around and his features immediately flashed with concern. “A-alex? W-what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get cold.”

I looked down at myself, I was in a singlet and jeans – I was about to get changed but Niall interrupted me.

Harry took of his sweater and handed it to me, “here.”

I shouldn’t take it, after all, my point for being up here was to explain and ask him questions about that text.

“No. Keep it, I’m fine.” I shuddered from the cold – obviously, my body was not too fond of the wind out here.

Fuck you wind.

“Alex.” Harry warned, “take it.”

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with venom.

I was trying to scare him, but of course my eyes decided to soften and go watery at his gesture.

“No.” I whipped my head around.

I didn’t want to lead him on.

He let out an annoyed sigh, “Alex, take the jumper.”

After a while of silence he decided to take matters into his own hands. “Fucken hell, Alex.”

He roughly slid the jumper over my head.

Stubbornly, I took it off and threw it at him. “Explain the text.”

He turned to look at all the lights that were illuminating the city of Melbourne, “I can’t control my feelings, Alex.”

(LISTEN TO TURN YOUR FACE BY LITTLE MIX.)

My eyes began to water.

Why is he so gentle with me?

“But Harry, I’m Nia-”

“Please don’t.” He cut me off, “Please don’t say you’re his girlfriend – I know that.”

I stood there – stunned, “then why do-”

Without delay, he whipped his whole body around to face me, “ I tried Alex, I knew that you wouldn’t like me back that way and I knew you were taken. I tried to forget you, but I can’t. You’re different, you’re you.”