All We Are // H.S.

Chapter 6

Picture of Niall on the side:)

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WREN
"Nothing." He fumed.

My eyes bulged, never before experiencing this abrasive side of Niall.

"Come on, just tell me." I begged, pulling at the arm of his jacket.

By now I was completely intrigued by the cause of his abrupt mood swing. What kind of compelling secret had the power to make Niall so upset?

"It's really nothing." He seethed, still pissed.

I would be lying of I said that I wasn't offended by him keeping secrets. I had just began to think that we were close.

I felt a pang in my chest as I realized that I was still alone and didn't have anybody. I wanted to punch myself in the gut for thinking that things would change so fast.

I got quiet after that and decided not to pressure Niall with any more questions.

He must have noticed because his face softened right away.

I could feel his eyes on me, full of uncertainty and apprehension.

He groaned, "Oh, fuck it."

I turned my head in confusion.

"If I tell you, you have to swear that you won't mention it to anyone."

"I swear." I agreed immediately. A surge of curiosity ran through my veins as I realized I was about to be let in on something big.

He took a deep breath and for a moment I thought he had changed his mind.

"Okay so we're not supposed to talk about it," he said, rolling his eyes at me, "but do you remember Harry from the club." I nodded, assuming that Niall had seen us talking.

I was beginning to think that everyone in the entire city if London had seen us talking.

"Well, Dean and Harry hate each other."

I raised an eyebrow, irritated how Harry had become the subject of all my conversations.

"No one really knows how it started but all that matters is they hate each other's guts. If they're around each other for more than two minutes, someone's getting punched in the face."

"They've gotten arrested loads of times for bar fights and destruction of property. We try to keep them away from each other but it's impossible."

"If you don't like Dean then does that mean you're friends with Harry?" I asked, trying to completely understand what seemed to be a complicated situation.

"Ya, I'm one of his few close friends and I don't even know what started the feud between him and Dean."

Niall was light, easy-going, and approachable. Harry was an exact contradiction of him, coming off as threatening and cold.

Just thinking of the two opposites together muddled with my logic and deified all laws predictability.

"What about Marlee? Is she friends with him?"

"I wouldn't call them friends, but she tolerates him."

He sighed and gazed up at sky. I copied him, tilting my neck to get a view of the afternoon sky.

The cold was still numbing but the sun had managed to break through the clouds, planting a seed of hope in my mind for warm weather.

"I think she puts up with Harry for me."

He looked back down to ground, blinking. I couldn't tell if it was the sun or tears.

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My hand slowly turned the next page of the novel, my eyes ravenously devouring each word.