I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 9

"Brent!" I scream after him. "Brent, h-he tricked me!"

"Chloe, you're a smart girl. Smarter than him. You know that if you had no desire to kiss him, you wouldn't have even thought of it," he says coolly, still walking swiftly out of my house.

I run up to him. "You're right!" I throw my hands in the air. "I have no excuses! None. Nada. Not one. I messed up. I made a mistake. So what? You've never made a mistake?" I ask.

"That's not what I said. Chloe, I've known you for too long," he reminds me. "You can't twist my words like that."

"Brent, what happened to our happy ever after? You always said we'd have one."

And that is true. For as long as I can remember (even before we were dating) Brent had told me that we will live happily ever after. Somehow, before I had even taken an interest in him, he had known. I never believed that crap, until just tonight. And now, of course, this happens. Screw you too, life!

"I don't know, Chloe. What happened to it?" he responds smoothly and slams the door in my face.

I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist. "It's okay," a voice coos.

On a normal day, I would have already punched this person, but today, I just turn around to see who it is. "Hey, Niall," I whisper back.

It's a moment of solace we spend there, him with his arms around my waist. I feel oddly comforted by his hold on me. It's a vaguely familiar feeling-it's kind of like when Drake, my older brother, used to hold me on a bad day. Except, there's something a little extra. A little spark of emotion from his touch.

"Bad day with boys, huh?" Niall asks softly.

"I guess you could say that. Please, don't go running off like the rest of them," I breathe out.

"Never," he whispers into my ear. I turn around to face him and envelope him in a hug. He is just so nice; I couldn't help myself.

I smile into his chest. "How do you do it?" I ask.

He wraps his arms around me. "Do what?"

"Be you," I clarify. "Be this...saint in a world of reasons to become a devil."

He lets out a slight chuckle. "I keep my head held high and I don't sink to the level of others," he says. "And when all else fails, pizza is the answer!"

I laugh at how easily he ruined such a deep and moving moment. "I'll try to remember that one. Oh, and go tell Harry he's a dick and he needs to get a reality check. Me plus him equals never."

Niall's face lights up. "I'll be sure to tell him," he says, happily.

I unwrap my arms from him and scratch the back of my neck. "So...what do we do now?"

"Wanna play a board game?" he suggests.

"You know, you're really smart," I deadpan.

His eyebrows knot together in confusion.

"Well, most guys would've suggested TV, even though I'm pissed at Harry because of the newscast I saw on the TV about him screwing that girl. You're one smart cookie."

"Ooh cookies!" he says while thinking about it. "Do you have any?"

I laugh at him. "C'mon, do you want to play Life or Monopoly?"

"Life."

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"We're playing again!" I declare. This is not happening! There is no way somebody beat me at Life! Nobody beats me at Life!

"Nope," he responds. "I won fair and square. Cough up the candy!" We had placed bets with our candy. We each had half a bag, and I went all in. Great, now I've lost and I have no candy.

I sigh and hand him my pile. "We have to play something. I need my candy back."

Ding dong.

I get up to go answer the door. "This is not over yet!" I bark at Niall, rising a laugh from him.

I turn the old, golden knob of the large door, not in a good mood. And what is behind the door does not make my mood any better.

"Chloe!" he says, gruffly, and puts his hands on my shoulders. He pushes me back into the wall behind and slams into me, never breaking his hold. He leans in slowly, "I get what I want. I want you."

"Harry, what the hell is wrong with you?" I screech.

"No, what the hell is wrong with you? Girls aren't supposed to deny me. They're supposed to do as I wish!" He slams me into the wall again.

I've been in tons of fights before, but I don't want to hurt him unless he tries something on me. Don't ask me why; I just don't want to hurt him too bad.

He leans in so that our faces are centimeters apart. That's when I realize what he wants to do. That's also when I knee him in the balls.

He collapsed onto the ground in agony. "You're piss drunk right now, Harry! I don't wanna talk to you!" I stare at him for a second. "In fact, I don't want to talk to you ever! All you want is to hurt me!" I go over and close the front door.

Niall comes shuffling into the room. He looks at Harry then at me. "What happened?"