Five months later...
"Happy Birthday Eve!" The group yells happily. I sit awkwardly in my chair, as they all sing "Happy Birthday" to me. Realistically, who knows what to do when people sing to you? I blew out my candles, wishing that Harry was here. I had entered the party earlier without him. I thought he was coming, but seeing as this party was likely to be oranized by Dani he may not be coming. I try to force a smile. After all I wouldn't want this party to go to waste. I'm finally 18.
"What did you wish for Eve?" Perrie smiled at me. I shrugged, not wanting to tell her what I actually wished for.
We cut the cake and ate it ceremoniously while loud music played. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Niall frowning deeply as if he knew what was coming. It wouldn't be something upsetting seeing at this was Dani's doing. Maybe it was just something that was upsetting him. As much as I wanted to comfort him, I knew I couldn't because just the thought of him made me feel uncomfortable. He was a living breathing trigger to me.
The door bell rang, snapping me from my thoughts. Dani opened the door and greeted the visitor with a sly smile. She moved over to reveal my very flustered boyfriend. He wore a black leather jacket that didn't look like his own accompanied by a plain white t-shirt. It really suited him, he looked like a bad boy even though his attitude was the polar opposite of this.
"I hate you Dani. Did you know that?" Harry spoke furiously with some embarrassment seeping into his tone. Dani simply just smiled at this. I rose an eyebrow at this exchange. Getting up from my seat, I got up to greet Harry. He avoided eye contact with me and was turning even more red with every step towards me.
Harry pushed me onto a chair, as the music started to play. The brown haired boy that I love has been replaced by a very aggressive stripper.
Harry is my birthday stripper.
This is going to be a weird experience to say the least.
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That humourous event was eventually over much to my dismay. Harry was left in only his boxers due to Dani's needs and blackmail. As weird as it may be, the fact that Harry would actually do that just makes me love him more. He is simultaneously crazy enough to do such a thing and at the same time he would actually do something like that just for me. This birthday has been the best, and no one can tell me otherwise. I take a step outside, to excuse myself from the party for a bit. I see Harry, in his jacket running out.
"Harry, wait up!" I call out, chasing after him. I grab him by the jacket and pull to see not the familiar brown hair expected. Instead, I am met with blonde hair and blue eyes. It was Niall.
"Eve." Niall says. I try to force a smile, I can do this. I turn around to see the blonde haired boy that became the root of my pain. I arch my eyebrow at the boy.
"Uh, sorry Niall. I thought you were Harry." I apologize. The boy shrugs and looks me directly with his cold blue eyes.
"He was wearing my jacket, Dani thought it would be sexy or something stupid." Niall explains nervously. I can tell by the way he is playing by the hem of his jacket, that he is just as nervous as I am. I hate it. I decide this conversation is too awkward for either of us and turn on my heel.
"Are you going to see Harry?" Niall questions, but it comes out as more of a statement than a question. I nod.
"I don't like him." Niall admits, kicking his feet sheepishly. This statement intrigues me. He has never shown any distain towards Harry that I was aware of. I cock my head curiously.
"How come?" I ask.
"I'm still in love you." He replies as if it was the most simple answer. I feel as if a tiny part of me has just murdered itself inside of me. I'm shocked by this confession, though I should have seen it coming. What was once my paradise has now turned into a living trigger, reminding me of all the bad things in my life as drastic as that could be. All the memories, all the frustration, all the nights spent crying, they all come rushing back to me in this one moment. I feel tears rush into my eyes but I quickly wipe them away, attempting a stand for my self.
"No." I choke out. It's alI manage to say. I regain my voice and some strength. "No, you're not allowed to do this, you can't just waltz into my life again and expect me to feel the same." I declare, thankful that someone has started to put some words in my mouth compared to moments ago. Some of the pent of anger that I have is finally released. Niall turns on his heel, as I sigh in relief, thankful that I didn't break down and cry. Unfortunately for me, he turns around one more.
"Do you really love him?" Niall desperately questioned, as if he wanted the pain of my confirmation.
"I'm in love with Harry, yes." I answered. Niall walks closer to me, and takes his hand in mine. I look at him, shocked at his actions.
"Please Eve, remember how happy we were before? Remember how much you loved me? Please, I don't know what to do. I've been regretting everything I said to hurt you. I didnt mean that. Okay, I love you so much.In fact, you're all I ever think about. Eve, I love you." Niall rambles on. At this, I lost it completely. I tried to keep calm.
"Let me give you a scenario. Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after." I explained. His eyes were confused by my choice of fairy tale."Jack didn't choose to fall. By the time Jack was broken Jack thought Jack was recovered, and fine! But no, freaking Jill had to fall when everything was fine. Now Jack has to worry about Jill too because if Jack doesn't Jack will look like a douche bag." I fumed. Tears were threatining to spill at this point, my voice was raised. All the anger that I had pent up over the year was finally spilling out. Niall was taken aback by this, as if he didn't see it coming.
"But guess what? This Jack doesn't care if she looks like a douche. This Jack is done caring. I would push you back up the hill for all the pain you caused. You chose to fall for me, I didn't. But when everything is fine and I finally think i'm over you,you come prancing back expecting me to love you. News flash: we don't live in a fairy tale. Not everything gets a happily ever after." I finished. Niall stood there, shocked by my words. I couldn't face him. I just couldn't. I turned on my heel and ran.
What a bittersweet birthday.
A/N: Long time no read. I'm back from my hiatus! It's Writer's Day today or something of the sort, and my friend encouraged me to write again.
I love you Angelea! Anyways, the drama is ramping up. I know Eve is a bit dramatic, and Niall didn't get to explain but eventually everyone will get their resolve. Thanks for sticking by cause you all rule. Holy crap 6k though, thank you so much!
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