The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Ninteen - Choices

Elle's P.O.V.

I opened the door with a sigh, uni had been hard that day, I hadn't been sleeping because I had been thinking about Peter and Harry. It was beginning to put strain on my work, and my appearance. My skin was pale and I had dark rings under my eyes. I didn't really care about what I looked like, I just cared that someone was going to get hurt from this whole love triangle. I refused to end up like Bella from Twilight!

"Hey baby!" A voice called, Peter emerged from the kitchen wearing a pair of baseball shorts and a vest. He wrapped me in a hug, I immediately leaned into him, smelling his familiar woodsy smell. It reminded me of home when I used to take long walks, I felt tears prick at my eyes, I felt so guilty for going out with Harry, I knew it wasn't a date, but I had given Harry hope that I was going to change my mind.

"Peter." I cried, burying my face in his chest. He pulled back and took me by the shoulders, when he saw I was crying he pulled me closer and began playing with my hair.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, his voice full of concern.

"I went out with Harry yesterday, he told me he loved me."  I whispered, I felt him freeze and I pulled back to look at him. The light in his beautiful eyes died as he went to sit down on the stairs.

"I guess this is the part you break up with me?" He said softly, looking close to tears.

"NO!" I yelled.

"I see the way he looks at you." Peter growled. "He's never going to give up."

"Peter I love you." I sobbed, feeling an aching in my chest. Peter looked at me for a moment before wrapping me in his arms. He kissed my hair, my cheek, my nose and finally my lips. I looked up at him in surprise, not expecting him to be ok with this.

"I love you Elle, so much." Peter sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, I couldn't stop the tears that were rolling down my cheeks, I felt so guilty, I didn't deserve either of them.

"There's no way I'm letting you go Elle." Peter said softly, his voice pained.

"I'm not going anywhere." I promised, reaching up and kissing his lips.

"I need to talk to Harry." Peter sighed, standing up.

I immediately panicked, I ran and stood in front of the door and blocked his way. I could see the anger in Peter's eyes and I knew nothing but bad would come of this.

"Don't hurt him." I begged, he stopped in his tracks and took me by the shoulders gently.

"Elle-" Peter began.

I didn't let him finish, "Because that would only hurt me." Peter looked around the room, trying not to meet my pleading gaze.

"He's trying to take you away from me." Peter hissed, finally meeting my eyes.

"Peter, please." I whispered. Peter looked at me once more before gently moving me out the way, closing the door behind him.

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Harry's P.O.V

A loud knock at the door woke me up. All of the guys had gone shopping so I was totally alone. I quickly got up and threw on the first clothes my hands touched, hoping the mystery guest was Elle. The knock was loud and continuous. It obviously wasn't her. I looked through the spy-hole and recognised his face. I slowly opened the door to face my nightmare.

"You!" He yelled, pushing me through the door and hitting me up against the wall. I pushed him off my effortlessly. He wasn't that strong.

"Yeah. It's me." I smiled. What did this idiot want now? "Why are are you here?"

"If you go near her again-" He screamed. I put my hand in front of his face to quieten him.

"She has feeling for me as well. You know she does." I said casually. Raising my voice was unessecary, he was standing right next to me so he could hear my just fine.

"She my girlfriend." He said lightly, his voice painful.

"That's too bad." I sighed. "If she chooses you-"

Peter interrupted me. "Of course she will choose me!"

"Shh let me finish." I groaned. "If she chooses you, take care of her. Tell her how much she means to you every day. Never let her slip through your fingers."

"Never." Peter agreed. It was then we realised, we loved Elle as much as the other did.

"It doesn't matter to me who she chooses, I want her to be happy and live a fulfilling life. I will be heartbroken if it's not me, but that's a million times better then her being heartbroken." The idea alone caused me pain. Peter felt the same. "I'm not knocking you Peter, you could be better suited for her then I am. I don't know you so i'm unable to judge."

"Same." Peter sighed. Our eyes met. "Thank you for being so good about this Harry."

"No problem Peter. I'm sorry that this has to happen between us. We'd probably get along well if we weren't in Love with the same girl."  Peter nodded his head in agreement. Our eyes met again and we gave each other a civil smile before he turned and left. Peace was made, that was good.

But that didn't mean I would stop trying.

Peter's P.O.V

I opened the door hesitantly, Elle must have left it unlocked. The hallway was dark but I could make out Elle's small frame, she was curled up on the stairs, her breathing slow and gently. I walked over to her and scooped her up into my arms, she looked so cute when she was sleeping. I carried her into her room and placed her on her bed. Just as she hit the pillow, her eyes flew open, she looked around confused before narrowing her eyes at me.

"I didn't hurt him." I said calmly, she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.

"What happened?" She asked me softly, sitting crossed legged in front of me.

I sighed and told her the conversation I had had with Harry, at the end she looked slightly put out.

"You expect me to choose one of you, have you even considered what I think about this?" She cried, her eyes narrowing.

"We both love you." I shrugged, not understanding why she was so angry.

"That's not the point!" She growled, it surprised me at a time like this that all I could think about was how sexy she was when she was angry.

"I'm sorry." I sighed. She looked at me for a moment before relaxing, she crawled towards me and sat beside me. I found my eyes trailing her body, she was wearing a pair of tiny pajama shorts which showed off her tanned legs, she was wearing a vest top which complimented her curves and her hair was falling like a silky curtain down her back. I couldn't help myself, I had to have her. I kissed her lightly and she tangled her fingers in my hair. I pushed her onto the bed lightly and hovered above her, careful not to crush her. I trailed kisses up her neck and she let out a gasp, I kissed her lips again, savouring the taste of her lips, she smelt like coconuts.

"Peter." She whispered as I tugged at her top. I pulled back at looked at her, I realized I had gotten a bit carried away.

"Sorry." I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck. She wriggled out from under me. I turned over on my back and looked up at the ceiling, it was covered with pictures. I smiled when I saw the many pictures of her and Elle, there were loads! I smiled when I saw a pictures of her and me, she was smiling and I was kissing her cheek, the same one hung up in my room.

"Well, that was nice." She laughed, lying down flat next to me. I turned to my side so that I was facing her. She was looking up at her pictures, a small smile on her face. She finally met my eyes and I got lost in them, they didn't have a precis color. Today they were a sea blue with flecks of green and brown in them, I leaned over her and kissed her lips softly.

"I love you Elle. I would pick your company over anyone else's, easily. So I want you to choose me over Harry." I said confidently.

"I love you too." She muttered, not letting me look directly into her eyes. That was all she said.