Everything about you - One Direction Fanfic

Complications...

Chapter 4

A/N –HEY BABY POTATOES!  I have now 62 reads which I am really proud about even though its not THAT many.  But I’d just like to thank anyone who is reading this because on the first book I wrote I had 2 reads but thanks to you readers I have more….so thank you!

MICKY’S P.O.V

I lay my head back on the couch and relax for the first time in what seems like forever.  This is the perfect relaxation ritual for me.  Me, pajamas, lit fireplace and beanie.  It has been five days since I arrived at the One Direction ‘crib’ and it has also been 3 days since my little incident with Harry.  Harry and I haven’t really talked much since that and I’m pretty sure that is my fault.  He tries to talk to me all the time but I always find some way to end the conversation and leave the room.  I know, it’s pretty horrid but I can’t help but feel awkward.  But I can’t stop looking at Harry; I have realized that he is really cute.

The other day Liam saw me staring at Harry and he looked really upset.  I’m not sure why because Liam is like my best friend and he wouldn’t hate me for thinking Harry is cute, right?  Well it doesn’t really matter because I don’t fancy Harry or anything like that, I just think he is cute.

My mouth curves down into a frown, I really shouldn’t ignore him like this.  He doesn’t deserved to be ignored, no one does! I wonder if he is angry at me, he probably is.  Who wouldn’t be mad if their friend ignored them for 3 whole days.

“Why so glum?”  I open my eyes and Niall is standing in front of me looking concerned.

“Nothing…”  I reply back glumly, I really am a bad liar.

“You’re lying, I can tell.”  Niall says softly, sitting beside me.  I groan and Niall turns his head towards me, his blue eyes shimmering with worry. Niall is like my brother and I can tell him anything, but can I tell him why I am ignoring Harry?

“You’re nervous to talk about Harry aren’t you?”  I tense up.

“Maybe…” I reply back stiffly.  Niall sighs and shakes his head.

“Why have you been ignoring him?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Harry kdjsjdfdjkvj…..”  I trail off.

“What?”  Niall replies, looking at me strangely.

“Harry kisjfshfkvjjhkd…”

“Uhm, what?!”

“Harry kissed me, okay!?!”  I yell / whisper.  Niall visibly goes still and his eyes are void of any emotion.  He just sits there looking dead for about 2 minutes before he turns to me, looking rather upset.  All of a sudden he yawns very loudly and gets up.

“I am REALLY tired,  I’m going to hit the sack.”  He yawns again, this time longer.  He is so faking!

“It’s 6:00 in the afternoon Niall.”  I laugh at him pretending to be tired.

“I’M JUST TIRED OKAY!”  He yells, walking up the stairs.  I hear a door slam and my body takes a few seconds to realize what just happened.  Niall just yelled at me, Niall never yells.

For some strange reason I feel tears welling up in my eyes and I can’t help but let out a choked sob.  I hate when people yell at me, especially my friends.  It makes me feel so worthless.  Another sob slips out of my mouth, louder, and I hear footsteps coming my way.  I am full on crying now and I duck my head down, not wanting to be seen like this.