Forever Has A New Meaning (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

Kristina's P.O.V

Niall gets up and storms out of the restaurant, and Harry follows equally angry.

“You alright Kris?” Zayn asks.

“Yeah I’m fine, I’m used to Niall acting this way.”

“Has he always been this way?” Louis asked.

“You mean self-centered, cocky, and vain? Then yes.” I said. I was very mad. If he were to say this when we first met, I don’t think I would get this mad but just how he has the nerves to ignore me, then completely embarrass me.

“You used to always tell me how sweet he was!” Amelia said trying to change the mood of the room.

“‘He was’ are the key words.” I replied.

The subject matter changed to Liam and his arrival tomorrow. But throughout the conversation I could not help but to wonder where Niall and Harry were.  They have been in the front of the restaurant for a little over thirty minutes and I am starting to worry.

“What do you think Kristina?” Zayn asked.

“Yes?” I answered. I did not want to seem like I am always not listening to the conversations. The boys would always ask weird questions to see if I was actually paying attention to the topic.

“So you’re dating Zayn now?” Louis asked with a smirk on his face.

“What?! No!”

“He just poured his heart out to you and asked if you would date him instead of Harry!” Amelia said.

“Nice try. I’m catching on to your little games. Now what was really the question?”

“Lou asked what we think was taking so long and I said Harry probably punched Niall and I asked what you thought.” Zayn clarified.

“Oh, um, I really don’t know and I really don’t care about Niall right now.”

“You should go check on them.”

“No!”

“But you need to get along with him!” Louis added to Zayn and I’s conversation. And right as Louis said that Harry popped his head in. He looked fine, not limping or anything so that was a good sign. He comes over to me and taps my shoulder, “Um, Niall wants to tell you something…outside.”

“I’m not going.”

“Kristina…he really needs to tell you something…”

“Do you know what it’s about?”

“Yes.” Harry finally managed to choke out.

“Will you come with me?”

“I promised I wouldn’t, please just go.” Harry said tugging at my chair a bit.

“Can you stand around the corner? Not so our can hear but just see?” I asked.

“You’re being too paranoid! It’s Niall we are talking about not some man in a white van!” Louis added. I could tell he was annoyed with my pleading, but I really do not trust Niall. One reason is that he knows so much about me and most all of my secrets, he can use them against me at any time. Another is that fact that he had a very bad temper. He can bottle things up for a long time and then out of nowhere he will explode.

“I’ll come.” Harry said disregarding Louis’ comment.

We get up and head outside. Our walk was silent and when I reached out my hand to hold his, he pulled it away. I wonder why he was acting funny now. We usually always hold hands where ever we are no matter who is watching.

“Niall’s over there. I’ll be right here of you need me.” Harry said pointing to a bench under a tree outside the restaurant.

“Thanks.” I said walking away.

“Wait,” Harry said after I was a fourth of the way there, “I need to give you something.” He said coming towards me. He gave me a massive bear hug and it seemed like he did not want to let go. Then he gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked back to where he said he would stand. I walked over to Niall and stood there. He was not moving from the bench, I could barely even tell if he was breathing or not.

“I’m here, what do you want?” I said breaking the silence.

“Can you come sit next to me?” Niall asked.

“No!”

“Please.” He turned his head around for me to see his beautiful blue eyes, which were very red and puffy. Was he crying? No. Niall doesn’t cry. I’ve never seen him cry. I really did not want to give into his plead but I couldn’t help it. I walk over to the spot next to him and sit. But as far away as I can to show I am still angry at him.

“Speak.” I said, not making eye contact with him.

But no words were spoken. He just sat there staring at the streets of New York. Then he takes his hand and puts it around me, pulling me closer to him. I gave him a weird look, and I know he saw it, but did not want to, so he carried on with his thoughts. It was quite beautiful the scenery. But I would much rather be sharing it with Harry and not Niall. Harry. He is probably seeing his arm around me, I turn to take a little peek and he is gone.

“Niall, what if Harry sees? What is anyone else does and tells Harry?”

But clearly that did not stop him from kissing me.