Those Nights

Chapter 1

Mariah POV

*ring ring ring ring*

Oh my jesus. Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? I could be. Been dreaming for the last 3 years. Now its time to wake the fuck up.

I shut off the alarm. Who the hell set it? Sure wasnt me.

9:00 the clock read.

What is this? I don't wake up at nine. Only one person set this clock.

"Harry?!"

No answer.

"Harry!"

No answer.

What the hell?

I get out of bed, rush downstairs, on the way to the door I bump into something, make that SOMEONE.

"Morning love." Showing his cheeky grin.

I scowl at him. Harry knows im not a fan of waking up early, not unless I have a reason to. Sure as hell cant think of one unless...

"Wait? Today's our anniversary aint it? "

I looked down. I didnt forget. It just slipped my mind considering I was woken up at nine and there was a shirtless British man in front of me.

"Yes. It is. And..." He came closer and whispered in my ear,

"Its your birthday as well. Happy birthday babe."

He hands traveled down to my bottom, gave it a squeeze. I was a fan of morning sex, thats something I couldn't resist, and Harry knew it.

Planting kisses on my neck, Harry walked slowly to the bed, laid me down. He was going to kiss me but the doorbell rang.

"Ugh. Who the hell can that be?" I muttered. Harry seemed to be amused by my frustrated state, couldn't get that damn smirk off his face.

"Watch it Styles. " I glared at him.

I went downstairs to the door. "Who is it?"

"Well, I called but you never answered your phone so..."

It was Monica. She never called me, or did she? I opened the door.

"You never called me."

"Yes I did. Several times actually."

She entered the house.

"Where's Niall?"

"Right here. Happy birthday Ri."

"Aww thanks."

Mo, Monica, looked at me with shock. I swear if she forgot my birthday...

"I didn't forget your birthday, if thats what you're thinking. "

I stuck my tongue out at her. She knew me so well it was frightening.

"Dont mean to be rude or anything, but um, why yall here?"

I cocked an eyebrow at the couple.

Their body language didnt seem right. Monica seemed nervous. Niall smelled like smoke, thats surprising because Niall doesn't smoke. Unless he had a reason to.

"Oh Harry invited us over for breakfast. "

I turned to Harry. "You did?"

Harry seemed confused. "No I didnt."

Strange.

"Uhm. okay."

"Riah can I talk to you for a sec?" Mo asked.

Her eyes seem to be pleading. Asking for help, as if she was stuck in a situation but couldn't get out.

"Surrrre."

Dragging out the "r"

I always did that when I was nervous, unsure, or confused. Monica sensed that.

She followed me to the guest room, and shut the door.

"Whats wrong?"

She didn't answer.

"Monica! WHAT the hell is wrong with you? "

I snapped. It was too early in the morning for her bullshit.

"Its about Niall." She whispered softly.

"What about Niall? "

"He, he's been.."

She looked as if she was gunna break down.

"Monica what? What has he been doing?"

She looked up at me, I can see it her eyes.

Something wasnt right.