Breathe

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"Harry!" I hear Louis and spin around instantly. Shit... Shit.... Shit...

As soon as I turn away Amy darts to the door. I run my hand through my hair pulling at strands in hopes it brings some sense into my head. What did I just do...

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I sit back in the limo and take three deep breaths. Each band mate is giving me worried looks.

"I know what I did okay" I answer their faces

" Are you going to tell Nina?" Liam utters disappointingly

I nod, " I have to, I just don't know how"

" Do you want one of us to tell her?" Zayn suggests, I shake my head

" No, I'll do it" I arch my head back on the seat and close my eyes momentarily.

" You better tell her before the tabloids do" Louis says raising his voice slightly.

" Yeah and the way all those people were taking pictures I wouldn't be surprised if we woke up tomorrow and you were all over the media" Zayn eyes flash with concern, not just for me, but for Nina to. He knows how much this is going to hurt her; I know how much this is going to hurt her we all do.

" Niall's there" My head snaps up as I remember the phone call.

" So?" Liam's face swirls into confusion

" If I tell her tonight, I'm scared she'll take comfort with him" I was being honest. If I tell her tonight that gives Niall a straight path to her, she'll be upset and she'll need more than Tia. I sigh at my realization and a horrible feeling makes its way in my stomach, a mixture of guilt, regret, anger, and sadness. It tears through me like a tsunami.

The group falls silent for the rest of the ride home.

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Nina's P.O.V

" We'll figure this out tomorrow okay" I stand in between Niall and Tia who have been arguing at each other for twenty minutes, Tia obviously defending Harry and I, where as Niall has it made up in his head that Harry isn't good for me.

" Niall, Harry is one of your closest friends, your band mate. I don't understand how you could do this with out telling him" I speak kindly to him, not because I agree with what he's done, but because I don't like arguing, I've had so much of it lately with Harry that I find no purpose in it here.

" He's not my keeper, he doesn't need to know what I do all the time" He averts his eyes from mine, I suspect because Tia and I are interrogating him like a petulant child.

" Where are you staying?" I look around the apartment to see he's brought no luggage or bag with him

" The Pierre Hotel" A silent sigh of relief goes through my throat. I'm relived he's not staying here. Tia also seems to have relaxed a bit she's not standing as stiff as a brick anymore.

" It's getting late, I'm going to bed, night Tia, Night Niall" I wave as I exit the living room.

The moment I get into my bedroom I change into pajamas (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80142505) and remove any make up present on my face, I scroll through my phone as I brush my teeth. Harry hasn't called or made an effort to text me. I spit the toothpaste out and swallow the lump of sadness forming in my throat with a gulp of water.

Niall's P.O.V

After Nina left, Tia and I spent 10 minutes sitting in silence. I could tell she was wanted me to leave. She sat across from me, back straight, hands neatly folded over each other on her lap, her face was emotionless, she looks as if she's in a Military School and if she doesn't keep her posture she's going to be disciplined. I could feel her getting uncomfortable under my gaze but I couldn't help it. How could one person remain so still for such a long period of time? I could see how odd I'd look to her in this situation - hell I know it was wrong of me to come here, but I just couldn't keep away. I'm slumped over with my forearms on my higher thigh, mouth parted slightly at the amusement of her silence. I clear my throat; she blinks and looks in my direction.