Leave Me [h.s] (On hold)

Chapter 16

Chapter sixteen- For how long

-Harry's POV-

"Harry! What the hell is that chick doing sleeping on the couch?!" Someone's voice demanded. I just groaned in reply. I wasn't ready to wake up yet. "HARRY!"

"What!?" I said angrily, opening my eyes slightly to find Niall standing at the foot of my bed, his arms crossed over his chest.

"The bitch is on your couch." He scowled.

"I wasn't going to turn her away after we acted like such dicks. I just didn't have it in me." I said, sitting up in my bed. This was the second day in a row that I'd been woken up way too early.

"How did she even find us?" Niall said, sounding less angry and more defeated.

"I have no idea. Maybe you can ask her that question." I said sarcastically.

"So we're stuck with her again?" He said, rubbing his forehead. He looked pretty damn concerned.

"What's your problem? Why is it such a big deal?" I asked.

"Having her around isn't going to help you forget Noelle. That's all. I'm just looking out for you mate. And plus, she's sort of a whore. I'm worried she's gonna try to pull some shit with you."

"You sound like my girlfriend or something." I smirked.

"It's a legitimate worry." He said, trying to justify himself.

"Well sorry to tell you but you're a little too late. She already pulled some shit on me."

"You're joking."

"Not at all." I said, a sly smile on my face.

"Dammit Harry. You fell for her bullshit didn't you?" Niall asked.

"I guess so. It wasn't that bad though. I didn't let it go on very long. Just long enough."

"You're an idiot. You know that?" He complained.

"Why is it such a big deal?" I groaned.

"It.... It just is alright?" He said, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Dude you need to chill out." I told him.

"No you need to chill out. Don't get involved with her."

"Alright Niall. You win." I said, laying back down.

"I always will. But get up. We've got places to go and chicks to stare at." He said, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't pass up that offer, so I got up.

-Noelle's POV-

"I like this one." Wes says, admiring a desk chair. I closed my eyes rightly for a moment before walking towards him.

"You only like it because it's cheap. And it's cheap because it's a piece of shit." I said, irritated about this whole experience of shopping with Wes. It had been the longest 2 hours of my life.

"Fine fine. It is a piece of shit but-"

"Don't you dare say that it's rustic." I interrupted him. That must've been what he was about to say because my comment shut him up. "Maybe this was a terrible idea." I said quietly, but not quietly enough. Wes still heard my comment, and he didn't like it.

"Well we've gotten this far. So let's get it over with." He said. I just nodded.

Two more hours of looking at the same stuff in the worlds smallest furniture store, we had both had enough. We ended up leaving with only a desk and chair, which was all I really needed, but not all I had wanted.