Those Nights

Chapter 4

Monica POV

3 hours of shopping with Niall and Harry. You figured it'll be fun, shopping with them right? WRONG!

Fans come at you left and right, asking for pictures, autographs. Constantly having to call for back up, then the two fools can't seem to make themselves unnoticeable. Its ridiculous, but nonetheless, I have fun while I'm out with the boys. I'm not some ungrateful bitch whose just using them for their money.

The three of us enter me and Niall's home with all the groceries and unpack. Of course with all the mayhem thats happened today, and Harry's carelessnes, we forgot something in the car.

"Did one of you grab the sodas? I don't see them." Harry asked. Niall and I said no, simultaneously.

Harry went out and grabbed them. Niall looked my way and stared at me intensely. "What?" He was making me nervous, and he sensed it. "You and that mouth is going to get you in trouble, so suggest you shut it or else."

"Or else what Niall?" He may make me nervous, and be abusive but for some reason I like to push his buttons, be disobedient to what he says, he turns me on when he's angry, but I'll never let him know of that. If he keeps hurting me to point where I have bruises, all that lust and affection will be going towards someone who actually loves me.

He looked at me from across the table, I could've ran, but it felt as if every bone in my body was unable to move. Like it was all the time when this happened.

He came near me, circled around me, I hated when he did this. Made me even more nervous, then how I already felt.

Niall pushes me against the nearest wall forcefully. "Oh Monica." He puts his hands on my waist. "Sweet," His left hand traveled down to my ass, "Innocent," His right hand, "Monica." Pushes me against him, by my ass.

"I think we both know, what will happen. Don't we?" I didn't answer, I was to distracted by the way he was holding me. We haven't had any in while, and with him like this, hell, I was in the mood. But Niall can fuck things up quick.

"MONICA?!" He screamed in my face, and pushed by against the wall. It hurt, like a motherfucker. But I didn't have time to reply, cause I saw Harry standing behind Niall, in shock, shaking his head in disbelief.

Niall POV

Monica was looking at something behind me, make that someone. It was Harry. Shit I've been caught, and more than likely, Harry's gunna question me.

"Mate, what the hell is going on?" I couldn't even speak to him. Knowing what I did to him. With all this guilt I have from what happened back in December with Mariah, it turned to anger. Anger towards myself for ever cheating on Monica, then what's s worse is that I take it all out on her. Now that Harry knows, more than likely he'll tell Mariah. I can't deal, I just need to get the hell out of here.

I stormed past Harry, out of the house, slamming the door behind me. I went down the street and called the only person I could talk to, the one that can take all the pain away, yet she's the very person who caused this. I just can't stay away though. I've always thought about her in that way, and I sure as hell wanted to do it again, but thats one thing I told myself I wouldn't do.

Harry POV

"Monica, you alright?" She seemed okay. From the look on her face, it seemed as if she expected it. "Harry, I'm fine. I'm used to it." "Used to it?" "Yeah, uh this started a while back." As if she was reading my mind, I can't believe Niall would do that to her. Unless he had a reason to.

"When did this happen?" "Couple months after our 2nd anniversary." "Lemme guess December?"

"How do you know that?" This ougtha be good. "One night in December, when hanging at Niall's, well here actually, Mariah and Niall were upstairs for a long while, but I never questioned why, till now." I paused then asked. "Do you know the exact night this happened?"

She shook her head and looked up at me. "Decemeber 26th."

"December 26th, I remember that night Mariah being very ill, but she never let on what was wrong."

"What are you trying to say Harry?" She seemed confused. That's what I liked about Monica, so naive, clueless even. "I'm saying that, maybe just maybe something happened between Niall and Mariah that night."

"What the hell do you think happened Harry?" Raising her voice at me. She was a quiet one, so her rasing her voice shocked me, but I liked it. Harry what the hell? Thats your girlfriends best friend, get your mind out of the gutter dude. I ignored the voice in my head.

"I'm saying that, what ever happened, we shouldn't force it out of them. If they wanna tell us what happened, they will." Coming closer, rubbing her arms, reassuring her.

"Harry," she said sternly, pushing away from me, "You realize that night is where everything started between me and Niall, right? I think I'm obligated to question Niall about what the hell happened that night, if anything happened." She looked me dead in the eye. They way she looked at me turned me on, What the fuck? HARRY! GIRLFRIEND'S - BEST - FRIEND ring any fucking bells?!

The voice in my head snapped me out of my trance, along with the buzzing coming from my pants. It was a text from Liam. I looked at Monica apologetically. She dropped the situation and unpacked the rest of the groceries.

'Mate, Zayn and I are coming over with Perrie in a bit' Shit. The party. Since Niall bailed its just the 5 of us. "Um, Liam, Zayn and Perrie will be here soon to help set-up." She sighed. "Okay."

"Okay."