~ It Never Should've Been ~ One Direction Fan Fiction ~

~ Chapter 8 - Harry Styles, Owned ~*

I looked at him in shock the same way Jayda looked at me. But I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Niall, Niall HORAN, had a crush on me. I mean, I would of been fine just thinking about it, but to hear it come straight from his mouth was just unexplainable.

"Ellie?!?" Harry screamed, his face falling.

"Um, yea," Niall said blushing.

"Why her?" he replied in the same tone.

"Looks like here is one of your band issues, am I right, Liam?" Kaleb asked, slightly tilting his head.

Liam nodded, "Yeah."

"Harry, if I may ask, why are you so angered by Niall's crush?"

"Because, because," he sighed and ran a hand through his curls, "Because she's the girl I referenced when I said I had an eye on a girl."

The crowd 'oohed' and 'ahhed' and I sat there with my jaw dropping.

"WHAT!?!?" Niall yelled.

Before anyone could cut in, Kaleb quickly said, "Well I think this is a good time for a break."

"Yes!" responded Liam, Louis, and Zayn.

Seconds later, the camera was cut and it was commercial time.

"How dare you take her!" Harry spat.

"I didn't take anyone! I just said what I felt!"

"Oh, no, you defiantly took her!"

"How, Harry? How?"

"Yesterday. Everything you did yesterday, from the fat joke to the goodnight texts," he explained.

"How is that taking her? I was just being nice! And if you felt like I was taking her - which I wasn't - why didn't you do anything about it? Try and act like a nice guy instead of some stuck up guy," Niall retorted.

"You Bastard!" Harry screamed and swing out, hitting Niall upside the jaw.

I winced and stood up, knowing I had to do something.

"Harry," I said firmly, tightening my fists.

Everyone looked my way and Zayn cringed, "Dammit, she's been here the whole time."

I ignored the comment and made my way up onto the stage, my black wedges clicking on the stage.

"Ellie Keddington?" Kaleb asked under his breath and I nodded, my gaze never leaving Harry.

"Harry," I said again, walking straight to Niall who had fallen to the floor from the punch, "There's no need to hit him." I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"But he took you away!"

"No, he didn't. He made a good point, Harry. He was and is a great guy. And I thought the same about you. But now I don't. I'm starting to think you're some stuck up guy, just as Niall said. But I'm also starting to think that all you want me for is the for the chance to tell people you have a girlfriend. I'm not going to be used, Harry. If you still want a chance with me, which at this point you probably don't, I'd change your goals. If all you want is sex, then take your eyes off me and find some other girl who will just throw herself at you. After all, you are Harry Styles."

All the boys, including Kaleb, looked at me with big eyes. I didn't know what that meant so I did the only thing I thought of doing: Gave them all a nod.

"Goodbye boys and enjoy your life." I turned around and stalked off-stage. But before I got there, I turned around and said, "Oh, and Harry. Good luck with your next one hundred prostitutes." I gave him a fake, but huge smile and continued my way off-stage.

Jayda was waiting off stage, her eyes changing emotions so quickly, I couldn't tell if she was going to yell at me or not.

I gave a small smile and shrugged, "Let's go."

"You just freaking owned Harry freaking Styles, and you want to leave?!?"

"Well, uh, yeah, pretty much. I don't want to be here when people find out. Complete chaos," I explained.

"True, but really! You're going to be famous!" she exclaimed.

"Or dead. Once people find out, I'm going to get loads of hate since I ratted out Harry. And if you didn't get the hint, I don't really want to die."

"Urg, fine. You're lucky you're my best friend, Miss Keddington," Jayda joked.

"Same to you," I answered with a smirk and we linked arms and snuck off to the exit, people in the audience already yelling things such as, 'hater!' and 'back off my husband!'.

We quickly made it to our famous black van we go everywhere in, without much publicity. Luckily. I don't think i could handle it.

Once Jayda and I got home, I went straight to my room and changed into a pair of purple sweatpants and a London t-shirt. Then I found my laptop that was buried under a pile of clothes that I had bought recently.

I clicked the power button and grabbed my phone as I waited for it to set up. I clicked on the music app and clicked a random playlist. 'Someone Like You' by The Summer Set turned on and I turned up the volume all the way, turning back to my laptop, pulling up Twitter.

27 New Followers

Great. I loved my followers and all, but I kinda have a feeling I only gained them because of the boys. Which was weird because I've never given anyone - besides Jayda - my Twitter name.

I gave an update which read: Just got back from an interview. Might as well tell you why. I'm half of LivLoud. I'm the half called Ellie. Yup! That's me. Thought you should know...

It was quite an awkward update but who cares right? Not me. After responding to a few people who had messaged me, I turned my computer back off and shoved it back into the clothes I had pulled it out from.

I picked up my phone again and turned off the music and looked at the time. It was close to lunch time. I might as well go get something from the kitchen.

Just as I shoved my phone into my sweatpants' pocket, one of the notification alarms went off. I pulled it back out and looked at the screen.

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From: Harry Styles

Can we talk?

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