Tangled (Harry Styles & Niall Horan Love Triangle) *SMUT*

Let me take you to bed. (EXPLICIT)

I walked around the city for a while before going back to Niall's flat. Gemma had to run; she said something about her work that I didn't understand. I was lost in a deep thought concerning me, Harry and Niall of course.

This day has been awkward for Niall and I, well mostly just for me. Niall's fine, and my mind isn't.

It's going haywire.

I've been thinking about going back to New York, which will make everything a lot easier. And of course it will definitely stop me from going crazy.

Although, a part of me wants to find out what will happen if I push this through?

But how the hell am I going to explain this to Niall? I can't just jump him from out nowhere and demand him to fuck me.

I also couldn't just say 'Hey Niall, let's have sex, then when Harry comes back I want both of you to fuck me senseless.' I cringed at the thought. There's no way I'm saying that.

I called Harry but he didn't answer. I decided to send him a text instead.

To: Harry

Had dinner with Gem today. Call me ASAP, we need to talk. X

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Niall's asleep on the couch when I got back to his flat. I tiptoed my way to the bedroom so I wouldn't wake him up.

After a while, I heard the sound of TV outside. He must be awake now.

"There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry." He said coldly as I went out of the bedroom.

I opened the fridge to get a glass of water and I noticed that it's already fully stocked.

"Have you eaten already?" I asked, trying to break the tension around us.

He nodded.

And that was the only response I got.

I should let this go, but it's really bothering me. I don't want him mad at me. I don't want anyone mad at me so I ignored my shaking hands and sat on the far end of the couch.

"Sorry." I mumbled quietly.

He turned the volume down and turned to me.

"I'm sorry." I repeated, loudly this time.

"What for?"

"I didn't take you to dinner with Gemma, I figured that's why you're being cold to me."

"I'm not being cold to you." He returned his gaze back to the TV.

"You are."

He sighed and turned the TV off.

"How do you want me to treat you then?" He asked, moving closer to me.

I don't know how to answer his question. I don't know what I want from him. This is getting more complicated.

And this is just my second day in London.

"Tell me what's been bothering you." He asked softly.

"Nothing." I lied.

I can't tell him the truth. I don't know how to.

"You're lying." He said, looking at me straight in the eyes. "You've been lost in a trance all day, was it because of what happened?"

"No." I lied again. "I just... I have a lot of things in my mind. And I just miss Harry."

Now that's true, I miss him.