Someday {Niall Horan}

Chapter 24: Fortune Cookie

Niall's POV

When I saw Emily laughing along with Liam I felt a strange pang of jealousy in my gut. It hit me that as much as I know that she's my girlfriend, there's little things like this that can make you think otherwise. At least it wasn't Harry. Being the jealous boyfriend I am, I decided hey, why not throw her thong at her?

As I walk up the twenty story building to the fifth floor I realize that I'm seriously not fit enough for this, but finally I reach the fifth floor where all the dressing rooms are and find myself in Emily's room. I decide to sit on the love seat and smile when I remember what happened here just yesterday. I'd do anything to go back to do that, make her see that she's mine... I see something on the vanity table in the room. It's an envelope, a letter for Emily. I shouldn't look at it, it's not mine, but I just can't help myself.

I reach for the envelope, hoping that it's not a love letter from some creep. It's not sealed, so it won't be too obvious that I read it. I take out the small card and open it, it read:

Dear Emily,

I know you don't like me, you never will. I can't even talk to you the way I want to. But I want to tell you one thing, one thing only. Please don't torture me the way you are now. The way you hang around Niall all the time makes me feel like a piece of shit, nothing. I can tell you that I'm completely and utterly in love with you. I know it's crazy, but I am. Niall's not good for you. If only you had me, I'd be the best boyfriend you would ever have. I can treat you the way that he can't. I'm not allowed to talk to you at work so if you would do me the honor, please meet me at Central Park today.

Yours truly,

Harry Edward Styles

I read over the card again, making sure that I didn't read that right. That son of a bitch. Who the hell does he think he is telling Emily that I'm no good for her? I can feel my temperature rising, and I just want to strangle him. He's in love with her? I don't think so, no fucking way. I want to kill him right on the spot, but then again it wasn't against the rules. I can't let Emily read this. What if she thinks it's sweet and finds interest in Harry? Fuck no. And he can't be the best boyfriend she would ever have, he's lucky if he's still alive by then. Am I really that bad for her?

My thoughts are interrupted when the door creaks open. Shit, it's Emily. She can't see this. I shove the letter in my pocket before she can notice.

"Hey," I try to say calmly.

"Um hey," she answers. "What's with the thong flinging?"

"Um...you know, just wanted to give it back to you."

"Oh really? It had nothing to do with the fact that I was talking to Liam about his girlfriend earlier?" Oh, he has a girlfriend, should've known.

"Nope, I have no idea what you're talking about. I just wanted to give you that underwear back."

"Why did you even have it in your pocket?" she asks, an amused look on her face. She knows. She knows that I was just trying to tell Liam to back the fuck off. What other way than to make it totally obvious that we slept together last night.

"I think the real question is why wouldn't I have it in my pocket." She raises her eyebrow at me.

"You're out of your mind," she says. I'll take that as a compliment, I know I am.

"And you're crazy," I say.

"Touché," she answers. "Shouldn't I get to work now?"

"No, Louis isn't even here right now. We have plenty of time to-"