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11 - Good Riddance

I hug Niall and inhale his scent. One of smoke and natural boy musk. I ran my fingers over the knitting of his jacket and pushed my face into his neck, deepening the hug.

I can hear Harry slowly growing impatient which only makes me want to hold Niall even tighter. Niall and I never argued, if we had any disagreements Niall would find a simple solution, and we would both give eachother space.

But with Harry, it seemed like we couldn't stay away from eachother, which equated more fighting.

Niall eventually pulls away.

I turn my head before he can kiss me and walk towards Harry.

"I hope you like the flat, whoever is buying it is in good hands," Niall says respectfully.

Harry stares at him confused.

"What?" he mumbles.

Niall gives us both a wave and leaves.

"I hate that guy," Harry says when Niall has closed the door behind him.

I groan and turn to look at him. He smiles and his eyes shine when he looks at me. He held my bag in one hand, and the other baby books in his other hand. I couldn't help but imagine him as a father, a baby girl in his huge arms. The way he would look at her, how he would treat her like she was the only one worth loving.

Like he used to look at me.

"What?" he chuckles breaking me from my trance.

"I'm sorry, let's just go," I say turning around. Harry grabs my elbow, reminding me far too much of Niall.

"You okay?" he asks.

I sigh and force a smile.

"Peachy."

"You're going to miss him," he states. As soon as he said that, it made me want to cry. Because I really was going to miss Niall, and I had gotten so used to him coming over, and staying for the night. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.

"Yeah," I finally say the truth.

Harry pulls me into an embrace and I begin to cry. He was being so so nice to me, even after everything I have done to him.

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2 weeks later..

Harry sits and watches me as I pack.

"Are you sure you want to go back?" he asks me.

I nod. I caught a cold some time between when we left on holiday the week after Harry showed up on my doorstep, and between the time when we got back.

I called Niall almost 20 times a day, left multiple voicemails, and even tried to see him once, but he called the police.

After he found out who I actually was, it was like seeing a completely different side of him. It was like re-experiencing the Harry who kicked me out.

1 week ago

I wanted to go see Niall one last time before I went on holiday. To give him a hug and prepare to tell him exactly who I was when I got back. I just needed a break without having anything hanging over my head.

I knock on his flat door and Kathleen opens the door. Her eyes bore into mine, and I immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Are you ok-"

"I think it's best if you just leave and not come back please," she says, cutting me off.

"Kat.. I-"