When He's Gone. (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen~

Shocked wasn't the word. I would've never thought I would hear him say that, well, I've heard him say it before, but in a friendly way, which I'm pretty sure this isn't a friendly way of saying it. What would Niall say about it? Wait, what am I saying? We aren't even together anyways... I don't think we are anyway, I'm so confused by this... We aren't together, but we act as if we are.. Confusing much? I watch Harry as he leaves the door, tingles on my waist where he had his arms wrapped around me. He shut the door behind him.

''What was that?'' I hear a fuming Niall barge into my room, well ours. He heard that. and I have no idea what to say or do.

''N-Niall calm down''I stuttter, I had never seen an angry Niall -this bad at least- , and I wouldn't want to again. His eyes were blood shot, his face red, full of anger.

''Don't tell me to calm down Leah!''He shouts, causing me to flinch. ''Tell me, now''He demands, frowning. I don't even know what to say, he heard it all, so what is the point lying to him? I don't even get why he is making a big deal out of it anyway, we aren't even dating, it's a plan. Or it was...

''Fine, Harry told me he loves me, there, happy?" I groan sarcastically, playing with my fingers that are currently on my lap

''Damn, he's going to get it off me, I swear''He shouts, becoming more serious. He walked to the door, jaming it open. "Where is he?" He asks. I grab in back in and lock the door.

''Niall, he didn't do anything other than telling me he loves me''I tell him, he looks at me with his crystal blue eyes.

''I don't care, your mine, not his''He growls. He thinks he owns me? Well he doesn't, damn, we aren't even dating.

''No, I'm not yours Niall, you don't own me, no one owns me''I tell him as he sits beside me. ''I can't believe you think you owe me Niall, I'm not yours, I'm nobodys'' I stutter, tears rolling down tears rolling down my cheeks. He grabs a hold of my hands as I jerk them away. ''Don't'' I warn.

''Im sor-''He tries to say before I cut him off.

''Yes, you're sorry, I've heard it all before, and it's all lies, just keep away from me''I stand up from the bed, he doesn't bother to make a move. I didn't want to be around Niall any longer, so I grab my suitcase, my clothes already in it and walk out of the room, not bothering to look back at Niall. Tears staining my cheek, I walk to Harry's room, I knock on the door. Few seconds later, he's at the door, dragging me in, realising I'm crying.

''Lea, what's wrong, are you okay?''He asks, sitting me on the bed, covering me with blankets.

''Niall, heard you, he told me he owned me, I hate it Harry, he went mad at me, he wanted to beat the shit out of you'' I tell him, I hear him chuckle at my language. He doesn't say anything but hugs me, goosebumps rose all over my body as I cry onto his chest.

''sh, I'm here'' He breathes. ''I'm here'' He repeats, kissing my temple. ''You want to stay here?'' He asks as I look at him. ''I mean, you have no home to go to, well room''He smiles.

''You don't mind?''I ask, smiling sadly.

''Of course not, why would I ask if I did?''He chuckled as I followed him.

''Lets get you dressed, yeah?'' I nodded.

''Here, wear this''He hands me one of his tops, I used to always wear his clothes, and truthfully I've missed it.

''Thankyou." I smile, a stupid smirk playing on my lips.. I walk into bathroom and get changed, having a wash before coming out. I walk over to where Harry was stood, he smiled at me when he looked at what I was wearing.