Plot 22

Chapter 17

Megan POV

I didn't freeze or anything. I knew exactly what Harry was doing. I took his hand and looked into his dark green eyes.

"Harry, who do you see when you look at me?"

He hesistated.

"I see you".

I shook my head because I knew he was lying.

"No, you don't. Harry, who do you see when you look at me?"

Looking down at the floor, he answered me.

"I see Ashley".

This I knew.

"I know you do, Harry. Look, I understand that you're not over her. I understand why too. You look at me, and I'm a constant reminder of what used to be. I know what that's like. Niall is a constant reminder of what used to be. I look at him, and I know that I messed up. I know that he is no longer in love with me".

Harry wrapped his arms around me.

"Megan, stop. Our situations are different. Ashley is dead. Okay? DEAD. She isn't ever coming back, no matter how much I try to tell myself otherwise. You could get Niall back. He will eventually change his mind". 

"You don't understand".

I stood up and paced in front of him.

"I don't want Niall to come back. I want him to move on. I want him to be happy with someone else, anyone else that isn't me. Do you know what it's like to hold on to something that isn't there?"

"DO I? Yes, I do".

I could tell that he was fighting tears, but he continued talking.

"Why does it hurt so badly? When am I FINALLY going to stop missing her?"

Harry pulled me back into his arms, and we just cried together. After a minute, I realized that it was going on 4 in the morning.

"We should get to sleep".

He nodded and wiped my tears. I smiled. If Niall wasn't the person that I was meant to be with, I would definitely take Harry. He was a nice guy, and he genuinely cared about me.

"Thanks for putting up with me, Harry. I'm not sure what I would do without you".

"Hey, it's what I'm here for".

He hugged me again, and I heard a gasp behind me.

"Oh, Niall. What are you doing up?"

"I woke up and you two weren't here. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. Seems like you are".

He dropped his head and walked back in the house. I didn't want to go back in and face Niall. A few minutes later, Louis walked out to where we were.

"What did you do to him?"

"Nothing", I said, "at least not on purpose".

"He just went home. It's almost 4 in the morning. Why would he go home now?"

Harry spoke.

"He came out and saw us hugging".

"Wow. Could you guys be any more discreet?"

"Lou, we're not a couple. I would never do that to Niall".

"I want Niall to be with someone. But, everything I do seems to send him the other way".

"I have an idea", Louis said.

He pulled a chair up beside us and spoke.

"You and Harry date". I rolled my eyes.