Undeniable | n.h DISCONTINUED

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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..••** 1 week later **••..

Sky's POV

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It had been a week since I had left the boys hotel. Yes, Chelsea had been absolutely pissed when she saw me the next day, asking where I had gone and why I had left her like that. I explained the whole psycho rapist ordeal and told her that three stunning men had saved me. She asked if I had gotten their names and me, being the smart ass I am, told her that I had already known their names, and so did she.

"Was it the Easter bunny, Santa Claus and Jack Frost?" she had asked me.

"Yes! how did you know?!" I replied, slapping both hands on my cheeks. She of course knew I was joking and soon after, pounded me with questions until I finally told her, "OKAY OKAY IT WAS HARRY, ZAYN AND LO-" I hadn't been able to finish my sentence before she cut me off with a gasp

*Flashback*

She sucks in a huge breath and stares at me with wide eyes.

"How drunk where you hun?" Chelsea asks me, concern taking over her facial features.

"Um.....shouldn't I be asking you the same thing? And besides, I'm not joking. 3/5 of our favorite boy band in the history of ever saved me. Then they took me to their hotel and let me sleep there because I had forgotten my keys to the flat here. And also because you were drunk." She stares at me the whole time, the disbelief obvious on her face.

"No. Way." she says slowly.

"Uh yes way I even have a bunch of selflies with them." I state in a duh tone, looking back at my phone that she had distracted me from a good thirty minutes ago.

"YOU BITCH I WILL HURT YOU SOO BADLY IF YOU ARE LYING. YOU WILL WAKE UP IN CUBA IF YOU ARE LYING. (A/N creds to miss _awkward_tacos_ for the Cuba thing) I SWEAR TO GOD." She yells at me. I look up from my phone, getting tired of all the yelling. She silently stares at me as if I had something on my face. Quickly looking away, I hit the home button on my iPhone and find my photos app. Clicking on it, I scroll through my pictures until I find one of me and Harry after we had ate breakfast the day I left.

She scrambles to catch my phone as I threw it at her, and when she looks her eyes go wide and her mouth forms an 'o' shape.

"Keep scrolling there's more." I say bored. Yes, I know I had spent the night with One Direction. Yes, I know I had kissed Niall fucking Horan not once, but three times. And yes I was quite aware that Zayn Malik had called me beautiful and perfect and everything in between. Yet I wasn't freaking out. I felt oddly calm about the whole situation. Sure, most girls would have killed to be in my position for that day and a half. But I had still managed to hold back the small shrieks that threatened my body each time I remembered where I was and who I was with that night.

And Niall.

God did I miss him. I don't know what this feeling was. I thought that I didn't want anything with him because he could easily drop me like that. But now that he's gone, I realize that I did....like him. Just a little though. And knowing that Niall liked me too just made my heart flutter. He was....adorable. With that blonde hair that was seemly always up in a quiff, except for that morning I had woken up next to him. And his blue eyes that I could stare at for hours, hoping that if I drowned in their blueness, he'd pull me back out. I just wish I could have stopped time and stayed with them forever.

As I take my phone back from Chelsea's hand, she glares at me and huffs.

"I still can't believe you didn't tell me about this." She says with that annoyed tone.