Plot 22

Chapter 11

Megan POV

All eyes were on me. No one was saying anything. I couldn't take my eyes off of Niall. He eyes were on me too,but he was looking straight through me, like I wasn't even there. I leaned on his leg and got closer. After several minutes of silence, I finally spoke.

"Niall, babe, please say something".

"Get off me", he said, still not looking at me.

"Wh-what?"

"You're on my leg. I would appreciate it if you would get off me".

"Uh, okay". I got off his leg and backed up.

"Mate, are you okay?", Liam asked.

"I'm fine. I can't be here right now". He started walking to the door. 

"Where are you going?", Zayn asked.

"Anywhere that's not near them". With that, he walked out. 

"Are you kidding me?", Louis asked, turning to Harry, "you had sex with his girlfriend?"

"Lou, just let me explain".

"No, I'm not listening to your crap. He trusted you, all of us did. And, you wait until he leaves the country and sleeps with the one person that he loves the most. He asked Megan to watch over you because you needed help. I can't even look at you right now. And, you Megan. You should be just as ashamed". Louis walked out. Zayn stood up.

"You're mad at me too?", Harry asked.

"You know, everyone always says that you're the whore of the group. You're the one that uses fame in your favor. You took advantage of an oppurtunity. I wouldn't even blame Niall if he never spoke to you again. Megan, you deserve whatever Niall does to you". Zayn walked out too. Liam made his way to the door.

"Liam, you're the one that I can always count on to be rational. Are you at least on my side?" Liam shook his head.

"Harry, you know I love you and I would do anything for you. I wish I could help you, but even I have nothing to say".

Liam looked at me. He didn't say anything, but his look of disappointment was enough to make me turn my head. He walked out and left us alone.

"Megan..", he started.

"Harry, don't. Look at what we've done. I'm pretty sure that the only person that hates me more than Niall right now is myself".

"Fine", Harry said, "leave, then. Everyone thinks I'm a man whore who takes advantage of their friend's girlfriends. We're suppose to be putting together a new album, and now all my friends hate me. So, go ahead. Don't give me a chance to explain. Just leave like the rest of them".

"Harry, I'm s-".

"LEAVE, MEGAN".

I walked out without a word. I wanted to go home, but I assumed that Niall would be there. I was pretty sure that he didn't want to see me right now. Over the next couple of days, I stayed in a hotel. I was giving Niall the space that he needed. He hadn't responded to any of my text and calls. How long was it going to be before he finally made a decision? I was finishing taking a shower when my phone vibrated. It was a text from Niall.

"Come over. We need to talk".

I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but it was something. I threw on the first outfit that I saw and drove to his house.

"What was I going to say to him?", I asked as I sit in his driveway, "would he yell?"

Of course he would. He was pissed at me. A note on the door said "Come in, it's open". I opened it up and called his name.