Everything about you - One Direction Fanfic

Problem solved...for now...

A/N – Hellooooooo! Nothing really to say :D

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HARRY’S P.O.V

My body is a quivering mess as I lie in my bed, willing myself to go to sleep. It has been almost 2 hours since I left Mikayla’s room and I am nervous, really nervous. What if she told Niall? He’ll KICK MY BUTT!

Niall is usually pacifist but mess with him, and he will absolutely go nuts. About 5 months ago Louis ate the last chip in Niall’s packet so Niall tackled him and punched him in the stomach until he promised to buy him a new bag of chips. Sometimes he really does worry me.

Suddenly a dull knock breaks the silence. My head snaps to my bedroom door and my legs turn to jelly as I picture the angry Niall standing on the other side. I drag my shaking body to the door and take one last deep breath before swinging open the door to reveal...Micky?

Her long brown hair is bedraggled but yet gorgeous at the same time, tear stains lining her cheeks. Without thinking my arm shoots out and wipes the marks away, and she doesn’t flinch back in disgust which is a good sign. Mikayla glances up at me with tired eyes and a half grin that sends my heart in back flips.

Woah, chill out Harry.

“Hey Mikayla you sure you don’t need me?” Niall’s comment makes my heart clench as well as my fist.

“No Niall! I can do this on my own!” Micky shouts back, smirking.

“OKAY, but if he tries anything...I’ll be in there faster that you can shout ‘Niall!’” 

I swallow down a protective growl and turn to her, motioning for her to come in.

“Whatever Niall!”  Micky laughs back as she enters my room gracefully as always.

I seat myself on my bed and Micky soon follows, seating herself beside me.

“Uh, so micky I’m sorry about before...and before that. It’s just, you looked...b-beautiful I guess.” I blush and turn my head down.

“Thanks Harry I’m kind of here to tell you,” She sighs and pushes an escaped strand of hair behind her ear before I can, “I really think we should just forgive and forget. Forget about you kissing me, forget about me going to hospital, forget about you and me fighting...Forget about...us...” She trails off, staring down at her feet with a new found interest.

Forget about us, what does she mean?

Oh.

Forget about US.

Well, there go the tiny fragments of my heart that remained.

“Y-you mean US us?” I squeak.

Mikayla nods sheepishly.

“I think its better we just start afresh, I feel uncomfortable fighting like this and it’s the best way. I just want to forget about it, everything.” She replies, still not making eye contact with me.

“Micky,” I start, my voice hoarse because of the emotions rushing through me.

“Are you and Niall together?”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”  She burst into wild guffaws which makes me doubt my question.

“Oh. Right. You. Don’t. Know!” Mikayla utters through gasps of chuckling.

“Know what?” I question, my eyebrows knitted together.

“Well...You see...I found out today...That Niall is my long lost brother...” Mikayla giggles slightly, now making eye contact with me.

“SAY WHAT?!” I exclaim in surprise. Mikayla jumps, but she seems focused on something else.

“When I was in hospital, they checked my birth certificate it turns out that Niall’s dad, is my dad!”

“Oh. I thought you had gotten over me.” I muttered, blushing furiously.

“I’d never get over you.” I hear a small whisper and my head snaps up, Mikayla is looking me in the eyes now, with a strange look in her eye.

“Me neither.” I gasp, stunned by her words.

Suddenly Mikayla’s lips are on mine, and fireworks explode inside me. I can almost feel Mikayla healing the pieces of my heart as we kiss, tiny, warm hands slowly mending the wounds inflicted on it. My heart beats for the first time in days and I gasp into the kiss. The things this girl can do.

Two hands entangle in my hair and twirl the curls playfully. I smile at the familiar feeling of Mikayla’s soft hands, their smooth skin massaging my head.

Gently I pull away, not because I want to stop kissing, because I am about to die if I don’t breathe. The both of us gasp for air rapidly and after minutes of silence except for our loudly beating hearts and sharp gasps, Mikayla speaks.

“I was lying, you know. About wanting to forget us. I would never be able to forget you; because no matter how much you hurt me, how much you mess up...I love you. I really do.”

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I didn’t intend to kiss Harry when I came in, I intended to tell him we needed to stop this and forget. But now that I think back upon that it was a stupid plan because I love Harry.

When I admitted I would get over Harry he looked so vulnerable, his hair sticking in all directions. Personally, I love his hair when he doesn’t constantly check to make sure its fine. When it’s wild its honestly pretty damn hot. His eyes had turned this shimmering green hue that had me lost in them.

When he said those 2 words ‘me neither’ I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was like magnets, trying to hold apart but eventually they just gave in.

Now, I stared at Harry and he stared back, the same passion flaring in his eyes. His hair was even more rugged than before which just made him look more attractive. But then I noticed where his shirt was riding up and noticed how thin he was, a few ribs just visible.

“Harry! Why are you so thin?!” I shout, causing him to flinch back.

“Oh, er, about that...When you were in hospital I got kind of upset and wouldn’t eat because I was sad. I’m sorry.” Harry mumbles but I hear him perfectly fine.

“Harry, never do that to yourself again. I love you and I don’t like seeing you hurt. I love you okay?” I scold him as he lays his head on my lap to let me play with his wild curls.

“I love you too and I won’t. It was stupid.” Harry brings his hand up to cup my cheek and butterflies erupt throughout my body just by his touch. He really is magical.

Slowly, he brings his face to mine and yet again our lips meet sending a shower of fireworks over me. As we kiss the second time the only thought that passes through my head is that I never want to forget Harry. Because no matter what Harry says, does or inflicts on me I will always love him. I never want to stop loving him. Ever.

A/N – THEY MADE UP!!!! :’) I’M SO HAPPYYYYYY!  HAHAHA I’M STRANGE. I just requested a song to a radio station and the lady on the other line started singing it back to me. :D