Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 18- Right Thru Me

Chapter 18

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Oh my God. Was it possible for him to have gotten any more beautiful? His hair was messy; maybe he had just got off the jet. The effortless gorgeousness of it was just too much for me though. He was wearing a white v-neck and dogtag chains, and I obviously couldn't see his pants. His face...how could I have forgotten how amazing his face was? And those eyes? Lord. A few days, and I had forgotten how perfect he was. My eyes were glued to the screen.

It was only then did I realize that I was still in my beige Tims uniform. My hair was in a hairnet for heaven's sake. Mortified, I made an excuse to change.

"Uhm, I'm sorry, I need to change. I just got back from work" I said, still embarassed.

"Go ahead" he said patiently. Grateful, I grabbed a cute lacy tank top, but just sweatpants. He wouldn't see my legs anyways. I also didn't want him to think I was trying to impress him. I promised myself that I wouldn't seem desperate, but I still wanted to present myself with pride.

I ran into my bathroom, quickly changing into my fresh clothes, leaving my uniform in a pile on the floor. I untied my hair from its bun, and it cascaded down my back. I sprunched it up a little, but I was thankful that I didn't have to do much to it. I didn't want to leave Harry waiting any longer. And I secretly was dying to get back just to look into his eyes again.

I causally walked back to my computer, and sat back down in my chair.

"So, how was your flight?" I started casually.

"It was long" Harry admitted. "And the food could have been better."

"Alright Niall" I said teasingly. Gosh, he was so easy to talk to. I almost forgot why I was even talking to him for.

"Me? Did you see the way you devoured those fries?" he said cheekily.

"Excuse me? Is that a fat joke?" I asked seriously, picking at my bone thin arms.

He laughed, but that ended our upbeat conversation. I knew that things were about to get serious.

"Isn't this easy" he said quietly. "Being us."

"It is" I said. "I guess it's a lot harder to admit we're 'us'" I said, using air quotes for emphasis.

I took a deep breath and began my rant.

"Harry, why wouldn't you just admit we were together? You didn't even ask me to be your actual girlfriend. I felt like just a side girl. Even when those girls asked, or that gang member. Am I really that unimportant?"

I let my cold but true words settle on him before he answered.

"It's hard for you to understand" he began.

"Then make me understand!" I yelled. I was mad, but I just wanted the truth. I think I at least deserved his honesty.

"Onika.." he said sadly.

"I understand that you're famous, Harry. I understand that. What I don't understand is that I'm not worthy of the title of your girfriend. Or was I really just a side chick, just some fun you were having in LA with no intention of seeing me ever again. Because I was certainly led on otherwise if that was the case. THAT is what I don't understand."

I felt awful, but I had to speak my mind and get my side out. He needed to know how I felt. And I needed to know the truth. I needed to know what was really going on here, because deep inside I had the paralyzing fear that I had really just been a side girl. That I was a toss up. Just another girl in a long line of special ladies.