The Unlucky Pick // Sequel to TLP

Chapter 17

Megan Watson's POV

With a throbbing headache and a frown on my face, I trudged down the stairs lazily and went into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal.  After pouring myself the cereal, I went into the living room and sat down on the couch, taking out my phone. My thumb hovered over the Twitter app as I debated whether or not to go on to it, but eventually I did.

I was instantly greeted by almost my whole timeline talking about me.

I had been expecting complete hate, but a lot of the people were actually considerate and said the paparazzi had been rude and I had a reason to shout at them. I replied to one of those tweets.

@MeganAnneWatson: @supstylessxx thank you love. I'm glad you can see things from my point of view :)

After that, my mentions became even more clogged up than they were before, but I refrained from reading them and simply tweeted 'Bad headache. Ugh' before clicking off my twitter app. 

The only people I had missed calls from were Harry and Lottie, but I didn't  call them back. What frustrated me so much was that Harry and I had become good friends again, and only a week later, there was so much drama about it. We couldn't really stay friends anymore because of the media, which was actually really upsetting.

I turned on the tele and wished Niall was here to comfort me and make me feel better, but he wasn't coming back for another three days. I was in a bad mood and felt like crying, but I just ate cereal instead. I had nothing to do, so when I finished my cereal I went upstairs and had a shower. Afterwards, when I was finished getting dressed I tried on makeup simply because I couldn't think of anything better to do. If I went outside, I'd probably be followed by paparazzi or fans of Harry.

I hated all of this sudden attention on me. It had been a while since I had gotten so much attention - which was probably when I started going out with Niall. Because it had been so long since, I wasn't really used to all the hate anymore.

Sitting at the desk in the bedroom, I took out my phone and scrolled through old text message conversations boredly. I stood up and left the room, my eyes staying fixed on my phone screen. 

I suddenly felt a pair of arms around me and jumped up while dropping my phone in fright, a loud scream leaving my lips.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, hitting the person without being able to actually see them, since they were behind me.

"Woah, woah - ow - Meg!" The voice exclaimed, a clear Irish lull to it, "Meg, stop!"

I stopped and spun around, instantly recognising the voice. 

"Niall!" I exclaimed in shock, "What're you -"

He cut me off by pressing his soft lips against mine and pulling me closer to him. He kissed me gently and soon pulled away with an adorable smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him breathlessly, a small smile forming on my lips. "You're not supposed to be back for another few days."

"I missed you," he murmured, giving me another short kiss. "And what's with all the makeup?"

"Oh," I laughed softly, taking hold of one of his hands, our fingers intertwining as I started walking down the stairs. "I got bored."

He nodded his head and we walked down the stairs and went into the living room, both of us sitting down on the couch. Niall wrapped an arm around me.

"I saw the video," he said softly, and I instantly knew what he was talking about. He rested a hand on my thigh and brought his other hand to rest on my cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb. "What they said wasn't necessary at all. You haven't done anything wrong, just remember that."