If only you knew (Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 22

Niall's POV

"Nice place you got here." I feel uncomfortable in her apartment. This place is actually a mess, looking like a bomb went off. I feel kinda guilty for saying that her place is nice, but I don't want to make it seem like I'm judging.

"Thanks," she walks over to a table with an ashe tray filled with cigarette buds. "That's what all of my boyfriends say."

I wonder how many boyfriends she had up here. Wait, I'm up here. Does that make me her boyfriend?

Tori's POV

I wake up to the sound of snoring next to me. Niall? I look over to find the curly haired boy next to me. Within seconds, I remember what had happened the previous night. Harry and I watching a movie. Harry making a move on me. Niall walking in and seeing. Niall leaving me. Me vomitting all night. Harry comforting me. So much had happened in such a short amount of time.

I look over at Harry and nudge his shoulder. "Wakey wakey."

"What time is it?" He asks inbetween groans as her stretches his long arms and legs. The sleeves of his t-shirt roll up as he reaches his hands above his head. His bicepts are revealed, and big.

"I..I don't know, I'll go check." I stutter.

Grabbing onto the counter next to me, I pull my broken self off of the cold granit floor.

 I walked slowly down the staircase and into the foyer. "It's 9:30," I yell up to Harry.

"Ok," he walks down the stairs and makes his way to me. "What do you want to do today?"

Is this guy serious? Or am I just going mad? He caused so much drama to go down in a matter of minutes. He is the reason why Niall isn't home with me right now. He is the reason why I cried myself to sleep. 

"I don't know if it's a good idea for us to be hanging out." I try to make the rejection as nice as possible. "You're a great guy and I would love to have...well, a friend, like you."

His face drops and so does my stomach. This is one of the only guys, besides Niall, that I can say anything to, not be nervous, and just be myself. I'm not gonna lie, Harry is pretty attractive. Niall is beyond hot, and then there is me. I never would get asked out by guys in high school. I mean, there was one guy that asked me to prom...but he left with someone else. Ever since me and Niall moveed in together, I have gotten asked out a couple times. Usually they would be rejected by me due to them being creepy, and one time Niall shut the door in a guy's face when he called me 'sweet cheeks'. It was funny but now I know he was just jealous and didn't want anyone to call me that, he wanted to have those words leave his mouth when talking to me. Collecting myself from my thoughts, I look up to find Harry grabbing his jacket from the sofa.

"Where are you going?"

"You just told me that you don't want to hang out, so I'm gonna go home," he says while looking at the ground. He walks over to the door, cracking it open before turning back to me, "I better go."

Before I can stop myself, my mouth is open. "No. You can stay." Why did I just say that?