Triangles (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 4- Wrong Kiss Wrong Guy

Lying in her bed at home, Sam was on her back with a bouncy ball in her hands tossing it up to the ceiling. She couldn’t focus on school right now, she couldn’t focus on friends, and she could barely focus on her father. All she thought about was Niall, Niall, Niall. Even his name made her get butterflies. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She quickly slipped off her bed and into her chair at the computer. She searched his name on twitter and found him to be first on the list. She scanned through his time line and found a great amount of girls in his picture. Sam couldn’t breathe for a moment, but read the description and realized they were family. What is going on with me? She logged off and pushed herself away. She sat for a couple minutes and thought. She picked her phone up and dialed.

“Hey El, is it too late for me to come over? I need to get my mind off stuff.”

*

“So, this boy named Niall, is causing you… to have ‘thoughts’?” Eleanor asked closing her door to her room.

“Define ‘thoughts’,” Sam said biting her lip. She knew what Eleanor was talking about but she didn’t want to admit that she did.

“You know... Is it, like, I just want to be with this boy because he makes me happy when I’m around him, or, get over here I want to have sex with you, kind of thoughts?”

Crossing her arms, Eleanor plopped in her chair beside Sam. It wasn’t like she wanted to have sex with him; it was more the he makes me happy kind of thoughts. But when she thought about it, she didn’t know.

“I… I don’t know. I’m just confused,” she said cupping her hands in her face and falling back into the bed.

“Why don’t you sleep over tonight and we can figure out what’s really going on, in the morning before school, alright?”

*

“Hey Sam,” Niall sat down beside Sam. School had ended half an hour ago while Sam was still there reading her book.

“Oh, Hi!” She closed her book and placed it in her lap. She looked up at him feeling a bit insecure.  She noticed him staring at her book. “It’s a romance novel. I don’t usually read them, but I felt like it this time.”

She looked back up at him as his eyes drifted in hers. His head started moving closer to hers making it hard for her to breathe. She could taste his breath and feel it getting heavier. His eyes started to close as did hers. In a split second, his lips brushed against hers followed by their lips smashing up into each other’s. She leaned back, placing both arms around his neck with his hands placed on her back. She didn’t want to leave this moment.

“Sam? You alright?” Niall asked looking concerned. Sam heard Niall’s voice, blinked, and came back to the real world.

“Uh, yeah, sorry I was daydreaming,” she had said licking her lips wanting his back on hers.

“Do you need a ride? I was just leaving,” Niall pointed to his car in the parking lot. He was hoping she would say yes.

“Yeah, that’d be great! Thanks,” they got up grabbing their things from the bench and walked to the car.

“I’m also bringing Harry back to my house, if that’s okay?” Niall said watching Harry walk over.

“Yeah. That’s… fine,” No, no it wasn’t.

“Hey! Wait, we’re giving that a ride?” Harry asked talking about Sam. “Ugh, whatever,” slouching, Harry went around to the passengers seat and opened the door. “Shotgun!” He shouted.

Niall used a hand to gesture Sam. “Uh, no, I think the lovely lady should get shotgun.”

He called me lovely. That made her heart skip a beat. Sam smirked at Harry and opened the door herself.  All three climbed in and headed to the streets.

“Radio?” Niall asked as he reached for the button. He turned it on and Viva La Vida was on. “Oh, I love this song!” Niall said singing along. His voice was like an angel.

“Me too!” Sam acknowledged with excitement in her voice.

Sitting alone in the middle seat in the back, Harry couldn’t help but say, “What? You hate this song,” he made a confused face as he looked at Sam.

Sam did hate the song, but if Niall liked it, she could learn to like it, too.

The song ended and Want U Back by Cher Lloyd came on.

Sam sang along not even caring want she sounded like. Harry looked at her, watching her sing made him get all hot inside like the heat was on. His face got all red and he stopped thinking about everything. He shook his head and turned it away from Sam, thinking about what just happened.

You hate her. You’ve hated her since third grade snap out of it! He thought. But he couldn’t help it.

Sam took a looked at her phone. “Aw man, my mom’s not going to be home. We were supposed to hang today but she can’t. Now I’m stuck home alone,” she lied hoping Niall would bring her back to his place.

Harry knew exactly what she was doing. He looked concerned and whipped his head to look at Niall in suspense.

“Why don’t you come hang out with us at my place?”

Yes.

“Ugh!” Harry gowned as he put his head down.

*

When they reached Niall’s house, he toured Sam around while Harry went to grab a glass of water. He showed her everything. Lastly, he showed her his room. His room was massive and he had Green Day posters up everywhere.

“I see you like Green Day,” Sam said with a smile. He smiled back and nodded. Harry came in the room and sat on Niall’s bed.

“He also has a signed CD by them. Go get it!” Harry advised thinking it would give him time to talk with Sam.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a minute. It’s down in the basement,” Niall skidded out the room.

The two sat on the bed quietly for a few minutes when Harry asked, “So, what do you like about him?”

Sam turned her head to look at Harry, “What do you mean?” She asked nervously, playing with her hands.

“Like, what interests do you have in Niall?” He wanted to know what Niall had that he didn’t.

“I don’t know, he’s funny, cute, unselfish, nice, sweet,” she could go on and on. She smiled as she did so. “Wait, why am I telling you this?”

Harry shrugged looking a little disappointed. He sighed out. “Just wondering,” he looked back down at Sam and scooted a little closer without her realizing.

She looked up at him.

The next thing she knew, her lips were smashed up against his.