Stuck With One Direction

Chapter 26 - Surveillance

Harry's POV

Where the fuck is Niall!?

I am very angrily making my way to Nialls room, getting ready to beat the Irish shit right out of him, when someone stops me.

"Harry!"

"Alyssa?" I ask confused. Shouldn't she be with Niall? She looks kind of upset.

"Something's wrong with Niall." She sighs, looking down at the carpet with a frown.

"What do you mean?"

"He's acting weird Harry, he's normally so laid back and relaxed but he seems kinda... tense." She mumbles. Hmm, you don't say...

"Do explain..." I push.

"I noticed as soon as you and Hailey had left for bed..."

MINUTES EARLIER

Alyssa's POV

"Goodnight guys!" I smile.

"Night." Hails and Harry mumble as we all part ways.

"So Niall, do I get another kiss?" I smile innocently.

"Kiss? What? There was no kissing... I didn't do it I swear!" Niall replies, frantically.

"Okay?... Um I'll just pretend that made sense for your sake," I mutter sarcastically. "Are you alright Ni? Did Hailey whoop your butt that bad?" I chuckle.

"Nothing's going on between me and Hailey!"

"I didn't say anything was Niall! What's your problem?" I ask, getting angry at his behaviour.

"I uh I.... i-im going to bed! Night Niall!" He quickly pecks my lips before scurrying off to the direction of his room. Odd. Isn't he Niall? And didnt he ask me to sleep with him?... I'm gonna go talk to Harry.

PRESENT TIME

Harry's POV

I can feel my jaw clench after Alyssa explains what went on with Niall. Im seething. What the fuck did he do with my girlfriend!?

"I'm so gonna kill that pestering little fu-"

"Harry!" Alyssa shouts, cutting me off. "Before we do anything why don't we watch the surveillance footage from the gym? The one you set up to keep an eye on Hailey?" She's a genius! I hug her quickly before awkwardly pulling away. We hate each other.

"Sorry.. But Alyssa! You're a genius! If we watch the footage we'll know exactly what went on before I jump to conclusions and snap your boyfriends neck." I grin.

"Um, a little harsh but thanks? I guess? Come on, let's go." She says, gesturing for me to follow her into her room. Her room is literally down the hall from mine so it's not much of a walk. I sit down at her computer desk and log in to the surveillance cameras.

"Okay so... what time do you think they arrived? Maybe like 2ish? Okay um... Oh yah! There, I see Niall!" I cheer.

"And there's Hailey. Hey Haz, is there volume for this?"

"Yah here, one sec." I turn on the volume and Alyssa and I listen to their conversation. Not much is going on really it seems. Just good ole football. "Ha! My girlfriend did kick your boyfriends ass!"

"Shut up and listen." Alyssa growls, slapping the back of my head. Um, ow.

"You just got owned Horan!" Hailey laughs.

"Pfft, I wasn't trying." Niall mutters. Lies!

Hailey rolls her eyes before saying, "Alright then, really try this time."

"Ok but I'm warning you, you're about to get your ass kicked Tomlisnon." Oh, you should never challenge a Tomlinson.

"Game on Horan."

"Maybe nothing happened?"

"Alyssa, shhh!" Looks normal so far... And- wait! He tried to trip her!? He's lucky he caught her! Not that I'm happy about the position right now...

"Oh my gosh, Niall are you okay?" Hailey gasps, grabbing his cheeks. Why is she still laying on him!?

"Yah, I'm actually better than ever..." That's my flirt line!

"Is he leaning in!?" Alyssa shouts. Oh. My. God!

"Niall, let's get up." Hailey rushes out. That's why I love my girlfriend.

"Right sorry." He blushes.

"Maybe that's what they were so worked up about?" I suggest. "A heat of the moment thing. An almost kiss."

"Hailey..." You better be apologizing you sick son of a-

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Alyssa and I both yell. HE'S KISSING HAILEY!!?

"Oh my god I can't... I thought he cared about me." I turn around to see Alyssa crying. I don't particularly like her but I feel her pain, although I'm more pissed off! I slam the laptop closed and pull her tightly into my chest. She hugs back and sobs into my shirt.

"The feeling is fucking mutual." I growl through clenched teeth.

"Harry what are we gonna do??" She cries, clinging tightly to my t-shirt.

"For now I want you to just ignore them both, okay? Stay right here, I'm gonna go talk to Niall..."