Soft Side

Chapter fourteen

I stood beside the girl Harry was fooling around with {or so I assumed}, finding the whole situation incredibly awkward on my part. She seemed fine though. I smile softly, seeing Niall as I watch him try to speak Italian. Harry had seemed very weird around me and Niall lately, watching us whenever we had a close bond moment, like laughing at something together or even just hugging each other.

Harry had been bringing her to a lot more of the shows lately, almost like he was trying to make me feel some kind of way about it, but I kept my guard up and ignored it, knowing he was trying to win at all of this. It was obvious he was doing this to make me jealous and to make me feel like I was missing out. I wasn't. I knew I wasn't.

He was a lying cheat in my eyes.

"I've heard a lot about you" the girl nods, my eyes rolling as she speaks. Don't speak to me when you're fucking my ex boyfriend was all I could think, trying to find a way to say fuck you and fuck him in the politest way possible.

"I'm sure you have" I state bluntly, wanting the conversation to end as quickly and abruptly as it began. That didn't work.

"Whats up with you and Niall?" She questions, turning her head to look at me as I roll my eyes. Why was this random girl who had ripped me and my ex boyfriend apart stood here asking me question after question. I felt interrogated. I groan, turning and walking away from her as I shout my reply back;

"It's none of your business" and with that I walked into the dressing room and flopped on the sofa. My phone in my hands as I message back and forth with Molly, deciding not to tell her what had happened over the last couple of weeks, but saving it for another day when the dust had settled slightly and I knew what was going to happen in the long run anyway.

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Harry ran in, beginning to chase the girl around the room in his sweaty state. A state I'd have been gagging to sleep with him in before. A state that would have made me weak at the knees. This time even his face made me feel angry. The girl screamed. I'd found out her name was Becky but I didn't feel like using that at the moment. She didn't deserve to be named. I rolled my eyes, feeling a pair staring at me. I found Niall's eyes looking at me as he grinned a lopsided grin, cocking his head as if to say to follow him.

I did as asked and followed him out of the room. Nobody had noticed this. That was until Harry turned his head, stopping spinning with Rebecca to see that I was no longer sat on the sofa. He huffed, planting Rebecca back on the floor before checking his hair in the mirror and changing his outfit.

The girls face changed, walking over to Harry as if to say ' I am still here, why did the fun have to stop party pooper?'. Harry ignored her presence, walking out of the door and towards the stage. Her voice spoke up, asking why he was being so weird, receiving a simple answer of "I thought I heard something", with his eyes staring directly at the white wooden door like he was going to mentally smash it apart.

I was stood by the exit door with Niall, leant against the wall talking. His tender hand tucking some hair behind my ear and his thumb stroking my jawline. A smug but lopsided grin on his features, leaning forward slightly to get a closer look into my eyes. His breath soft against my skin as I smiled gently, looking into his eyes and leaning in at the same time as him. This was about to happen... as Paul appeared. He hadn't noticed what was going on but simply needed to usher Niall back to the stage.

A giggle left my lips as I watched him walk, the smirk growing on his lips as he turned to look at me. I sigh softly, shaking my head as I follow behind slowly, messaging Molly who had no idea what was going on.

The rest of the evening was as awkward as it could have ever been. Myself and Becky never said a word to each other, and Niall and Harry had to force each other to be nice on stage, but I knew full well that they didn't want to talk to each other.

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Later that evening, the girl appeared at the tour bus, knocking on the door to receive no answer. All of her bags had been left in the bus so they didn't get stolen and now she had to retrieve them to be able to go home tomorrow. Her handle opened the door of the metal bus, confused why it was unlocked but shrugging it off.

That's when she found out what was happening. She heard the sounds and could see the shadows in the hallway of the tour bus.

"Shit, N-Niall" was all she heard as she stepped closer to the hallway, "Niall!" Was heard again. The voice she recognised with a name she definitely recognised. Her feet made a speedy move to the door of the bus, her fingers fumbling with the door handle as she curses, dropping things as she left.

Niall came running down the hall of the bus, a sheet around his waist as my voice was heard behind him. "Is anyone there?" I call, my naked body following him as he shakes his head, dropping the sheet and running after me. A laugh leaving my lips as the actions continued, sending us both into oblivion and over the edge.

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When Niall eventually left the bus, he found Becky sat at the bottom of the steps waiting. She looked up, pointing her finger at him as he stepped down the steps slowly.

"I know when you're doing" she snaps, poking him in the chest as she shakes her head. "Why are you doing this?" She says, throwing her hands up into the air as he shrugs.

"Doing what?" He bluffs, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes confused as he moves a hand to run it through his hair, fixing the messed up strands on every angle.

"I know you were sleeping with her you absolute jerk" she snaps, pushing him gently as he laughs, a gentle smirk on his lips as he remembers the events that had happened a mere few moments ago.

"And how would you know that?" He laughs, keeping eye contact with the girl. The girl he knew from the past. The girl he had fallen out with a few years back and never reconciled with.

"I heard you both when I came to get my bags"

Well shit. There was no coming back from this one. Niall stood for a second thinking of an answer, the one he came up with was shit, and I'm surprised he didn't just shout a random word and run away.

"I have no regrets, she needed love and I'm going to give her that" he states, walking past the girl and towards the hotel, back to his bedroom that he shared with Louis.

Of course she'd have heard.