International Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction) ON HOLD: MAJOR REVISION

Chapter 8

No one. I'm sitting on the bed looking at the wall. I'm alone. I let Andrew go and Harry slipped through my fingers. This is the worst trip to Chicago one could ever have. Knocking on the door breaks me of free from my thoughts. I tear my eyes away from the wall and gaze at the door. Another round of knocking hits my ears. Slowly I walk to open the door and see Niall. Once he lays his eyes on me he attacks me with a hug.

"Niall!" I say laughing. He lets go and holds my face between his hands.

"Are you okay? Louis phoned us saying that Harry is upset. We've never seen him this distressed."

"No, I'm not okay, but it's all Harry's fault." His name was like acid on my tongue. "He doesn't know what he wants which is confusing me which has led me to make rash decisions." I strain out running my hands over my face and through my hair.

"This isn't healthy for either of you." Niall says as matter of fact.

"You think I don't know that? It's too complicated. It shouldn't be this complicated."

"Answer this one question for me," Niall says with determination, "Do you like Harry?"

"No! Well...yes, oh hell, I don't know." I say throwing my hands up in the air in exasperation. I sigh heavily, "Look, Niall, I'm dealing with Andrew and our breakup, I'm on the verge of my senior year, and dealing with Harry is the least of my worries at the moment." It may sound like I'm heartless, but One Direction is crazy busy and we live on a completely different time schedule so it's a long shot and could be pointless to work it out."

"I understand, bu-"

"No, 'buts,' Niall." Niall gives me a trying look. I hate to be fighting with him, but this Harry situation is unneeded stress. "I'm probably just overly tired. I should get some rest, especially if I want to be energetic for the concert tonight." 

"Sure, yea." he says looking almost defeated. I don't want to do this to him. Bringing him in on my mess of a love-life isn't what a good friend would do. Damn I'm horrible at this. 

"I'm Sorry..." 

"No, I'm sorry. You just get some rest okay? I'll come in to check on you in a bit." After Niall leaves I lay my exhausted body down and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out. 

"Don't try to make stay, or ask if I'm okay, I don't have the answer. Don't make me stay the night, or ask if I'm alright, I don't have the answer. 

Heartache doesn't last forever, I'll say I'm fine. Midnight ain't no time for laughing, when you say goodbye. 

It makes your lips so kissable, and your kiss unmissable, your fingertips so touchable, and your eyes irresistible. 

I've tried to ask myself, should I see someone else? I wish I knew the answer. 

But I know, if I go now, if I leave, then I'm on my own tonight, I'll never know the answer. 

Midnight doesn't last forever, dark turns to light, heartache flips my world around, I'm falling down, down, down, that's why. 

I find you lips so kissable, and your kiss unmissable, your fingertips so touchable and your eyes irresistible. Irresistible, Irresistible, Irresistible, Irresistible, Irresistible, Irresistible, Irresistible. 

I'ts in your lips and in your kiss, it's in your touch and your fingertips, and it's in all the things and other things, that make you who you are and your eyes irresistible. 

It makes you lips so kissable, and your kiss unmissable, your fingertips so touchable, and your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes irresistible.