Tangled

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

"She's emotionally mind fucked you, Ni." Harry said sadly, patting his friend on the back. "I'm sorry."

Niall swirled his breakfast around, not entirely happy with the taste of cereal. It was one of his favourite types, but his appetite, surprisingly, was empty today. The thoughts of Tatum were running furiously in his mind and he could not stop to think about anything else. No matter how many times he tried to make himself forget, it was useless. His mind was stuck on her and only her.

The way her hair was curlier than average, almost as much as Harry's, her small yet cute laugh which escaped her lips whenever he made a lame joke, and the passion she had for what she did. She was a strong girl, someone he admired not only because he was in love with her, but also because she had that important personality. Every part of her was lovable and this summer, he was lucky enough to have had the chance to experience it up close.

"No she hasn't, Harry." Liam scolded, shoving his phone in his pocket. He gave Niall a sympathetic glance before glaring at the green-eyed boy. "Stop making Niall upset."

Harry threw his hands up in a surrender. "Sorry, sorry. I just don't like seeing him like this."

"Neither do we," Liam replied, his tone dark. "But that doesn't give you the right to say awful things about her. You barely knew the girl."

"I knew her well enough to know she lied," Harry immediately shot back. He turned Niall's seat towards him. "Mate, you know she still cares about you. Go get her back.”

Niall stared up at him with glazed eyes. “She doesn’t want me back, Harry.”

“Change her mind then.”

It was so simple, so easy, the proposition that fled the curly haired boy’s mouth. He seemed determined, to help his best mate get the girl he had so hopelessly fallen for back in his arms. Harry hated it whenever someone around him was upset or bothered. If it was possible, he did everything in his power to fix their problems. In most cases, it was done by speaking and giving advice. He knew Tatum cared about Niall, a lot more than she let on. She was just as crazy about him as he was about her. Except, her insecurity of the future, what it held and what it meant, forced her to give up the things she didn’t think she could keep.

“How you reckon’ I do that?” Niall asked, unsure.

Harry glanced around till his green orbs met the object he was searching for. He jogged over, picked it up and dumped it in the Irish lad’s hands. “When you can’t say something, Ni, you sing it.”

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"Tatum, get the door!"

The young girl looked up from her magazine, scowling at the tone of her mother's voice. She was busy in the kitchen preparing lunch for friends while her daughters had recently finished cleaning the house. It had taken some time, but they pulled through. Tess was now on the phone with one of the people from Clarkson, so Tatum was forced to heave herself up and head for the waiting door. She guessed it was one of her mother's friends arriving earlier than expected, however, who she met up with was someone that knocked all the air out of her.

"N-Niall?"

He gave her a small smile. "Hi."

Tatum bit her lip. "Hi. What are-"

"I'm not here to ask you to take me back," he said, cutting off her sentence. "I'm here to tell you something."

"Okay."

He ran a hand through his blond locks. "Can I come inside?”

“Uh, yeah.” She stepped back, holding the door open wider to let him through. The familiar smell of his perfume made her heart heavy, but she pushed the feelings away. What she had done, was for the best. She had to believe that. “We can, um, go up to my room.”