how you get the boy

fifteen

Niall and Shiloh were far more ecstatic than I was over the fact that Harry and I had reconciled, had chosen to be proper friends. The two of them had been fashioning an identical pleased expression ever since I opened my mouth and talked about Harry and if they didn't stop grinning from ear to ear right this instant, I feared that I'd go crackers.

Good thing I left out the part where Harry and I shared a kiss before we agreed to be friends.

"About time, don't ya think?" Niall kinked an eyebrow at me, to which I rolled my eyes and continued taking a sip of my coffee. My throat had gone dry from all the talking and explaining I did, which I knew fall on deaf ears because no matter what I told him, Niall refused to believe that Harry and I were just friends. Shiloh, on the other hand, seemed like she was on the fence. I had a hunch that she was leaning towards Niall's team if the way she'd been quiet for the past five minutes had anything to do with it. "Such fools, you two."

Jaw dropped open, I swatted his arm, "Why are we fools?"

Niall gave me a pointed look, one that said 'you know what I mean.' And I did know what he meant; I simply refused to give him the satisfaction that he could very well be right. I turned to Shiloh with hopes that she could back me up on this only to come to a realisation that I was alone in this matter. It was them against me.

"I can't believe this," I huffed rather dramatically as I put down the paper cup on the table in front of me, lips puckering into a pout. "Two of my good friends are against me. And here I thought you two would always have my back."

"Oh, come off it," Niall let out an annoyed scoff as he rolled his eyes. "We all know this whole friends thing won't last. Right, Shiloh?"

Both Niall and I turned to look at Shiloh whose eyes widened at the attention she was suddenly receiving from us. I narrowed my eyes at her, a silent threat that she was not allowed to agree with Niall. She was my friend, after all, and by right, she should be on my side and not the bloke she wasn't even close to.

Unfortunately, seeing that she's already had an apologetic look written all over her face, I knew that she's going to agree with Niall before she could even pull her lower lip between her teeth and nod her head.

"Sorry, Tee, but Niall's right." At that, I had already looked away, arms crossed in front of my chest as I pretended to not pay any attention to what she was trying to say. "I mean, it's obvious that you two have feelings for each other and-"

I cut her off before she could finish her sentence, as I didn't like where this conversation was heading. "We don't have feelings for each other. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"Bloody liar," Niall pointed out, the volume of his voice rising slightly which caused nearly everyone in The Cup including Harry, who was standing behind the counter, preparing a cup of coffee, to look at us. Or more specifically, at me.

Glancing through my shoulder, I noticed that Harry had an eyebrow kinked at me and I gave a small smile before I returned my gaze back to Niall who looked more annoyed than he probably should. If there were one person who's entitled of feeling irritated, it would be me.

"We don't have feelings," he scoffed, his attempt to imitate me turned out horribly wrong, which made me scrunch my nose in disgust. "My arse."

I tried to appear as if I wasn't at all fazed by the accusation thrown at me, though if I had to be frank, I sort of deserved that. I couldn't exactly say that there were absolutely nofeelings between Harry and I. Because there was and I could feel it in our kiss. The only problem was that I couldn't figure out what it was. I wouldn't be able to figure it out anyway now that we're friends and kissing would mean crossing the line; not that I wanted to kiss him or anything.