Courting You

12

Niall Horan

"You really need to get a hold on your grip and your hormones, Horan" Laila says as she ducks away from me.

I take a deep breath. "Just say it."

"Say what exactly?" she asks me.

"That you are not interested in me." I brace myself for hearing that.

"It's not about interest Horan. I won't get with you, irrespective of my interest in you"

"Why? What's SO horrible about me? That you just made up your mind about not dating me, without even knowing me. I mean, just go out with me. If you don't like it, you can walk out any second and I won't even blame you, no hard feelings" 

I know I sound desperate over here, but I've never been this attracted to anyone.

"Horan, this isn't about interest. I don't do the dating bullshit. I'm not interested in that thing. I just don't date."

"You could atleast try once? Just this once?"

"And on what basis should I try? Why should I try when I know that, the relationship won't have a future. I don't plan on falling in love or marrying someone, or starting a happily ever after family with anyone."

She wasn't irritated or angry. It felt that she has gone through this conversation before. Abit too many times. 

"What's the story behind that decision? a heartbreak? ugly break up? ex cheated on you?" I ask her.

"I've never had a boyfriend. There's been no break up scenes. No heart breaks. And these are the exact reasons why I don't get involved with anyone. Also, I'm a heartless bitch."

"No, you're not. Pearl told me you are great."

She gives me shy smile. "Pearl thinks the world about me. I have no idea why." She smiles again. "Also, I honestly don't have time for relationships."

I had no idea what to say anymore. So I just nod my head and walk out of the room with the bag of clothes.

Pearl is on the couch, looking totally hung over.

"See you later Pearl." I see her nodding her head as I head to the spare room. I change into the clothes Laila got me.

Damn, these are soft. Like reaallllyyyy comfortable. Damn that woman and her soft clothes. Out of the blue, I get glimpses of last night, and as if on cue, my head starts throbbing. Damn you Harold. Where the fu*k is my coffee?

I remember drinking my ass off. I remember taking shots. A LOT of shots. I remember Laila cheering me on.

I take a seat on the bed and try remembering some more details, like how the fu*k did I end up here.

That's when Harry decides to pop in with my coffee. "Took you fu*king long enough"

"Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh wait, someone actually woke up on the wrong bed." He gives me a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, tell me about it." I say as I take my coffee from him. He sits beside me on the bed.

"I saw you and her in an intimate position, so, I thought, I shouldn't disturb. Hence the delay." He tells me.  

"There was nothing to disturb" I tell him sourly as I take a sip of the coffee.

"She'll obviously push you off if you just jump on her every moment chance you get. Give her some space. Get to know her. Stop acting solely on your hormones." Harry tells me as I sip my coffee.