Alex POV
“Harry,” I sighed – rubbing my temples. “I don’t think – ”
“Alex, I’m not forcing you to decide or anything, just – just think about it, okay?” He explained.
“Harry, you don’t get it.” I breathed, “How could you fall for someone like me? I’m your best friend’s girlfriend, I am not pretty nor am I smart – for god sake, I don’t even know how to ‘love.’”
He doesn’t get it.
If he falls for me, he is going to be troubled – forever.
“Don’t say that,” He stepped closer, “You’re beautiful, smart, friendly, caring and such a wonderful person and I honestly don’t care if you don’t know how to love – because I can teach you.”
I scoffed, “when are you going to get it Harry? I can’t!”
“Yes you can!” He shouted almost immediately after me, “I believe you can.”
“No Harry, you don’t want me. Trust me,” I waved my hands, “I’m evil.”
“You were forced to get closer to Niall –”
“No! No, I wasn’t! Ellie gave me a choice and I turned it down!”
“Ellie would’ve gotten sacked!” He ran towards me – we were only a foot away from each other.
There was a strange but strong smell in the air.
The smell of alcohol?
I sighed and pushed him out of the way, “why me? Harry you have no idea what you are getting yourself into.”
“Yes I do, I’m prepared.” He chuckled – which caused me to smile, “You have a contagious smile, which is why, I want you to become mine, more, you’re always so happy, so bubbly, you’re so carefree and damn beautiful when you smile.”
“No Harry,” I sighed – I’m nowhere near happy, “you have no idea how I feel inside.”
“Well – whatever it is – I can fix it.” He walked closer – our face inches away.
“N – n – no – o,” I stuttered as Harry leaned in closer – his hot breathe fanning my cheeks.
“Harry,” I warned, “please, stop. Please…”
I would push him away but he was holding both of my wrists so tight – that I’m scared he might break them.
“Don’t deny it Alex.” Harry whispered, “You love this.”
“No, no I don’t. Please.” I begged – tears threatening to spill.
This person, standing in front of me – was not Harry.
He had been drinking – this is why Harry is like this – he would never try to hurt me, if he was sober.
Help, please.
Someone please.
I don’t want to cheat on Niall.
I don’t want to kiss Harry.
I tried to move but he only gripped tighter, “please Harry, you’re – you’re hurting me. Please, think about Niall. Think about me, please Harry.”
“Don’t mention him, please?” He gripped my wrist tighter and backed me against the wall.
“You’re going to regret this.” This was not Harry – I kept repeating to myself, “Harry, please.”
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The Truth or Dare (Niall Horan Fanfic)
Fanfiction"I don't regret loving you. I don't regret trusting you. I regret giving you the power to hurt me that way."
