Chapter 35

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I stayed clear from Lauren the rest of the night. I tried my best not to say anything when she purposely ran I to me and knocked my drink over, but I thought better of it and kept my mouth shut.

Niall, on the other hand, was practically unavoidable. He was furious at the thought of me sleeping with Harry. Eventually, I gave up and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from everyone else.

I felt guilty as he gave me an upset look. Why was he so mad that I 'slept with Harry?' I wasn't sure, but I wanted to know.

"Will you tell me the truth?" Niall asks quietly, looking at the ground.

"Niall,"

He looks up at me and I'm glad he caught the hint.

"I promise that I didn't sleep with Harry," I say.

He looks a little relieved, but I can tell he's still uneasy about it.

"Then why did Lauren freak out on you?" He asks.

I laugh uncomfortably.

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing," I warn him.

"You can tell me. I won't tell anyone," he says, honesty in his voice.

"Okay. Well, Lauren and I were in science and she was mad at me for something, hanging out with Harry- I think. Anyways, she pissed me off and I told her I slept with him twice so she would shut up," I admit, this time I'm looking at the ground.

I feel his fingers under my chin and he makes me look at him.

"That's why she was mad?" He asks quietly.

I nod.

"I'm so sorry for getting mad at you. That was stupid," he says, scratching his neck.

I smile at him, glad he wasn't made anymore.

"It's okay," I say.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me in for a hug. I'm surprised by the butterflies in my stomach. They are probably because Niall is a really good hugger.

I filled my mind with that thought, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.

I quickly pull away, getting lost in my thoughts. I hope he didn't mind. When I pulled away he looked confused with a hint of amusement.

"What?" I ask.

"Harry's pissed," he chuckles.

I turn around and see Harry glaring at us - I can't tell if it's Niall or me that he's staring at, but he's not happy.

I glance at Niall and groan slightly. He laughs and I smile at him, his laugh is so contagious.

"I'm not sure if I should talk to him or leave him alone," I admit.

Niall purses his lips and shakes his head.

"Both will piss him off," he says.

I sigh and turn to go talk to him. It feels like and eternity to get to him but eventually I sit down on the couch next to him.

"What do you want?" He asks.

I'm surprised by his sudden harshness although I guess I should have seen it coming.

"Why are you mad?" I ask, getting right to the point.

"I like how you comfort Niall after because he got pissed at you," he says.

I stare at him as if he has three heads.

"Your mad because I hugged Niall?" I ask, amusement in my tone.

"Whatever, fuck this," he says, getting up.

He storms away in the other room. I blankly stare at the spot he used to be in.

Harry's POV

"Lauren," I hissed, grabbing her wrist.

She squealed lightly before coming with me as I drag her upstairs.

"Where are we going?" She giggles.

"To a bedroom," I reply.

I can tell she's drunk, which makes this much better for me. I pass Niall's bedroom and find the spare bedroom. I push open the door and pull Lauren in it, shutting the door behind us.

"What are w-"

She was cut short when I pinned her against the wall by her hands.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She groans.

"The deal was, that you can't say anything about who I'm dating, and I won't say anything about who your dating, and we can f-"

I stopped as the door opened and Kaitlin stood in the doorway. I immediately dropped Lauren's arms. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Kaitlin shook her head and left, shutting the door behind her. I glare at Lauren, not interested in Kaitlin right now.

"This is all your fault," I growl.

She puts her hands up as if to say she surrenders and stumbles out the door. I grab her wrist before she leaves me all alone.

"You not going anywhere," I mumble into her ear.

She smiles at me, and I know that everything is going to just go down from her. But me, being me, can't help myself. So I do it anyways.

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