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25. Little White Lies

Niall's POV

(Minutes before the ice cream parlor incident)

"You know what? I can't take this anymore. Someone has to tell Naomi about that shit of a bet!" I vent at my friend.

Zayn sighed frustratedly. Ever since that night when I forced him to tell me everything what Harry planned to do, he was making me shut my mouth.

"Calm down, God damn it! Harry isn't planning on doing it anymore anyway."

"You guys still planned it; he still thought about it. Doesn't make it a lot better when he was planning to ruin an innocent girl's life."

"I told you he changed! Harry likes her-"

"No! He doesn't just get to switch off like that. One minute he plans on doing this, and another he's head-over-heels for the girl. Make up your mind, man!"

"You're just making things worse, Niall. You know it's going to hurt Naomi even more if she finds it out from you instead of him."

With that we fall into silence. I've been arguing day-in and day-out with Zayn lately. Like you've just witnessed, I so want to tell Naomi everything. But this jerk right here wants to protect our friend. Huh. So much for a friend; wanting a girl just for a silly bet, just to get richer by a few hundred bucks. So pathetic. I also have been trying to avoid Harry these past few days as well. I think I may punch him right in the middle of his face if I were to sit right next to him. So I refrain myself from being alone in a room with the guy.

But as usual, my pal, Zayn, is right. I like Naomi, like more-than-a-friend kind-of-way. And as much as I want to look like a hero right now in front of her, I don't want to hurt her feelings in any form.

So I decided to leave this issue, for now. 'Cause I have other plans in mind.

Naomi's POV

(By the lake)

I've been certain for my feelings for Harry for years now. I don't know how that's even possible, considering I only met him in person three weeks ago. Four years ago, I was never even acknowledged by the guy I was profusely having immense feelings for. Which, again, for many people seems like crazy.

Sometimes when I get to have my me time like this, I reflect on the life I had before all this glamour I'm receiving out of the blue.

If I was plainly not in the mood in listening on my favorite radio show at the time, I never would have been here in the first place. I would, up to this day, just be dreaming of being that fan who dates 1/5 of One Direction.

I'd date a fan my butt.

He made a bet outta ya, my inner voice voiced out, yet again. But I still don't know the reason to that, for all I know he was doing it for a good reason, I argued back. Well where is he now? And why couldn't he just explain everything to you so as to not have me rattle in your mind like this, huh, baby girl, my inner me argued again.

Ugh. How could it be possible to have your life be as perfect as gold and at the same time have it in the worst of scenarios ever?

My thoughts have been running through my head that I hadn't notice my feet walk me back to the hotel. To Harry's room, to be specific.

I attempted to knock but the words of a female voice knocked me straight into the gut.

"Why are you still playing with that little plump chick, Harry?" The skinny-ass bitch asked. Well I imagined her to be skinny, considering that she's teasing me for my weight.