Soft Side

Chapter ten

I found myself sitting on a bench, looking up at the Eiffel Tower. City of love my ass. I'd felt nothing of the sort since we arrived. I heard footsteps walking up the gravel, recognising the black suit as they quietly sit beside me. My bum shuffles away slightly, keeping my eyes fixated on the light at the top of the tower spinning.

"She's trying to get in my head" he says softly, earning a soft laugh from me. "I'm serious, she's nothing to me anymore" he pleads. I shake my head, not looking at him at all.

"How can you tell me that when you've been texting back and forth with her for the last week? How can you tell me you loved me and I'm special when you've made every single one of these moves before. Right down to the way we met" I growl, standing up as my voice gets louder. I couldn't give a fuck if people heard us. I was heartbroken and this was not how tonight was meant to go. "How can you make me feel like such a fool" I whisper, tears filling my eyes.

"Baby please" Harry sighs standing up, simply receiving a push in the chest from me. "Come on... you know she means nothing it's all you" he pleads, grabbing my arm and tears began forming in his eyes now, realising what's happening.

"I can't do this" I laugh, shaking my head as I turn away from him, taking my arm from his grip. "I need time Harry, I need a break, this is not okay, I need time to trust you again" I sigh running my hands through my hair as I start walking away. "I'll see you at the hotel" I say gently, folding my arms across my chest as I walk.

My hands pull my phone from my bag, texting Molly with a simple you were right. Molly had needed to fly back to England to her cousin's wedding tomorrow afternoon, before heading back to spend time with Calum before they rejoined the tour in America. I sigh, waiting for a taxi that never came. My body found a bench, slumping down on it, feeling totally alone. Ironic when you're in a city of love. People walked past, staring at a girl dressed to the nines sat on a public bench next to an overflowing bin.

Right now I just didn't care. I had nobody.

That's when I remembered. There was only one person I could rely on to help me out. I dialed their number, explaining that there were no available cabs and I couldn't get back as something had gone down with Harry. They agreed to come and fetch me before hanging up the phone. I sighed softly, feeling drops of rain on my head as I groan. Typical. This evening couldn't really get any worse could it?

It could. When I remembered I was sharing a room with Harry.

I groan, kicking the leg of the bench, wincing at the pain it caused my toe, before seeing the familiar Range Rover turn up. What was it with boys and Range Rovers?

I climb in, smiling at the man next to me as best as I could. "Thanks Niall" I breath out, locking my seat-belt in, beginning to explain everything when I was asked what had happened. Niall sighed, nodding his head. He'd seen this happen before, but was never as close to Kira as he was me. Harry was just the same as the last time.

We drove to a drive through Starbucks, ordering two hot chocolates and taking the time to sit in the car park, drinking our drinks and talking about what had happened tonight. How everything had changed. How we thought Harry was different now. Niall teasing me about how I'd fancied him in the band before I knew them. Ignoring pleading messages from Harry to come back to him and that he was sorry.

I needed space. I was torn to pieces.

"I knew something was up when he was doing nothing but text people" I sigh, sipping the warm liquid, "he even told me you were texting him... I knew it wasn't you" I say softly, staring blankly out of the windscreen at the traffic flying past.

Times like this I really missed my mum.

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We arrived at the large hotel, my feet carrying me to the reception desk, pleading with the lady behind the desk to find any available room that I could book for one night. There were none. I walked over to Niall shaking my head.

"There's nothing" I sigh, fixing my dress as I look at the door, hoping Harry wasn't going to walk through anytime soon. "What do I do? I can't stay with him tonight after everything" I sniff, beginning to tear up at the thought of what had happened tonight. It was going to take a long time to fully earn his trust again.

"I mean you could- you know, share with me?" Niall says softly, "I can put a pillow barrier down the middle of the bed if that makes you more comfortable?" He says sweetly. He really did like trying to help other people. His efforts received a small but genuine smile from my sad self, followed by a slow nod.

"If that's okay and I can grab some stuff from my- I mean Harry's room" I say softly, walking towards the lift slowly with Niall.

He nodded, "bring whatever you need, I can come and help you if you like?" He smiles.

I shake my head, "it's okay, I'll come over when I'm done?" I say gently, stepping out of the lift as we arrived at the floor, my feet taking me to the door. 236. Harry's room. I take a deep breath, praying he wasn't there. He wasn't.

I bundled some belongings together into a bag and stepping out of the door. I hadn't even looked at what I had grabbed. I stepped across the hall, knocking on the adjacent door as a blonde man appeared with a smile. "Come on in love, make yourself at home" he says softly, closing the door behind me, taking the bag from me and placing it gently on the cream floor. He also took my phone, putting it on charge as I gently sat on the sofa, not even blinking hit now letting the shock settle in over tonight's horror.

Within the hour I was sat on the sofa with Niall, watching a crap film on the television that was in french. My head was on his shoulder as I felt my eyes growing heavy. "I just can't believe it" I sigh out, wiping my eyes. I was tired. I was upset. I was hurt. I was betrayed, by somebody I had given my entire heart to, just to have his games played with me.

"I know, I thought it was right this time..." Niall agrees, resting his head on top of mine. "Come on, you're tired, let's go to bed and build this pillow wall" he teases with a smile, poking my arm. A soft giggle leaving my lips. He was my best friend. My only friend currently without Molly here.

I lay in bed, sighing softly as my eyes took my off to dreamland, dreaming of the days when things were good. I awake with a groan, checking the time. 11:37. I had been asleep for half an hour.

Brilliant.

I rolled onto my back, closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep again. That's when I felt Niall arm fly over the pillow wall and land on my stomach, in some sort of spooning position. This provided some sort of comfort to me, from being held by one person I really did trust.