Soft Side

Chapter twenty-three

I slowly wake up to Harry gently shaking my arm as we had just landed back in London for some recordings for the new album. I sigh as I take my backpack onto my back, holding Harry's hand as we walk off of the plane, hopping into the taxi waiting by the plane door and heading straight to the hotel.

The taxi journey was short, my feet dragging as we head to the room. Harry dropped the bags and gave me a quick kiss goodbye as he headed straight to the studio. I sigh softly, beginning to unpack some of our necessary items. I smile softly, hearing my phone repeatedly dinging and vibrating beside me. I finally picked it up, opening twitter and dropping my phone to the floor with tears in my eyes.

I look over at the door with wet stained cheeks, seeing the all too familiar blonde burst through. This is not who I wanted to see right now.

"What is wrong with you? How could you do this to me? I told you I needed time to get over my love for you and go and do this? You said you wouldn't rub it in my face and now all I'm seeing spread across the internet is your face with Harry and a fucking engagement" he snaps, face turning redder by the moment.

Engagement? Oh shit.

"Niall it's not-" I start before he cuts me off:

"No listen to me. I've been avoiding Harry now because of everything that happened. I didn't want to see him when he's going to marry the girl I'm in love with" he snaps, "I can't believe-" he continues ranting as I cut him off.

"It's not an engagement ring, it's a promise ring" I say quietly, fingers coming to my eyes to wipe the tears as I see more tweets appearing on my phone. "You of all people would be the person I thought wouldn't listen to the tabloids. All I've had in the last twenty four hours is constant shit from your fans. I've been called every name under the sun and I'm sick of it. I just want to be happy" I wimper, putting my head in my hands as I begin to break down. My body shaking as quick breaths leave my lips.

I hear a sigh and a gentle "come here" as the bed dips beside me and an arm appears over my shoulder. I sigh and lean into them. I was sat in silence, shaking and sobbing beside Niall. He was wiping away tears before suddenly standing up and running to the door. "I can't do this" he suddenly says leaving me hurt and confused.

What the hell was that?

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I laid on the bed, still completely sobbing with my phone on the floor by the wall, a small crack on the screen from having thrown it at the wall as Harry walks in. He noticed my state and dropping whatever he was holding, running to the bed and holding me close to him. He shushes me as I cry into his chest, soon falling asleep in his hold.

He was everything. He was the reason I was happy most of the time. He was my world.

I sigh gently, wiping my eyes gland taking a shower as Harry gets himself dressed for the interview they had tonight. The constant business was something I signed up for when I began dating a world famous celebrity. I
blow dried my hair, rubbing it as i went to ensure that every part was dry. I pulled it into a bun, sliding on my skinny jeans and my shirt.

I sigh softly, sitting in the taxi with everybody as I was informed that Niall had made his own way there. I sigh softly, looking out of the window and reaching for my phone. Harry took it, sliding it into his pocket as I sigh softly. He was doing it for the best I know.

We arrived at the Jonathon Ross interview. I knew this was going to be a comical interview, so it gave a chance to cheer me up and make me feel a little happier. Harry hovered over me on the sofa, pressing gentle kisses to my lips as he smiles, whispering sweet nothings for just the two of us to hear.

The security man appeared, informing the five bus that they were ready for them. They were sat in a room beside the stage, being introduced along with Michael McIntyre. I sat in the dressing room watching on the television with Paul beside me. The boys were brought out, laughing and joking and being asked silly questions. Harry was asked what his favourite view was to which he smirked, looking down and rubbing his lips in the process. The boys laughed, Jonathon Ross smirking as I knew they would be teasing him now.

Fan questions had been sent in, asking if anyone had smoked weed, danced naked and then if they'd joined the Mile High club. Liam answered yes without hesitation, not caring what happened. Harry on the other hand smirked, shook his head and threw the paddle behind him. I went red, Harry's face looking down as I could see Nialls face twitch. He wasn't enjoying this limelight of Harry after everything.

Then the question was asked and photo of me and Harry appeared on the screen. "So, are you and your mystery Mrs happy now?" He asks as Harry nods, smiling softly.

"Yeah it's all going well now, we're both really happy" he nods, rubbing his hands against his legs. Niall shifted beside him, looking anywhere but the camera or Jonathon. I could tell he was annoyed.

"Is that why you proposed?" Jonathon teases as Harry shakes his head.

"Don't be stupid, course he hasn't proposed" Niall scoffs, trying to make it seem like a joke.

I knew it wasn't. Why would you say that Niall I groan to myself internally.

"We aren't engaged. It's just a ring I got for her. We aren't getting married yet" he smiles and nods. Hopefully that interview ends quickly. Niall was getting more and more frustrated.

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The following morning was another interview. All that was happening for these boys this week was interviews after the success of the tour. I slid into my thick black tights and my dress as my fingers managed to make my hair look somewhat decent. I sigh softly, slapping makeup on my face and looking behind me at Harry who was still asleep.

I managed to wake him up in a way that will not be described to you, finally getting him up and out of the door. I sat in the taxi with Harry, giggling at things on his phone as mine vibrated. It was Becky. I smile softly, texting her over and over about what the boys were wearing for this interview. We arranged to do something in the following days together and then she dropped a bombshell.

'What happened with you and Niall?' She asks as my heart skips a beat.

'How do you know about that?' I reply, my hands beginning to shake as we near the interview place. Seeing the little typing bubble felt like forever, but then I finally got a reply;

'He tried it on with me last night. I obviously didn't do anything but he was so angry and upset. I then got angry and upset with him for trying to use me as a rebound so it may be quite awkward at the interview now' she sends.

Fuck.

I climb out of the taxi, seeing Niall scurry off ahead of everybody and into the dressing room. All of the boys sat on the sofa as I fix up the outfits, making sure their ready and presentable. Harry wondered over, messing around and trying to steal me away.

"Harry I'm working" I huff, folding my arms over my chest with a small smirk appearing as he rubs his fingers slowly and gently up my sides. I roll my eyes and try to turn away, feeling his hands move to my ass, pulling me close as I huff. "Come on, be a serious artist" I smirk as he giggles lightly.

"You're so hot when you boss me around" he smirks, leaving down to my small body to press his lips against mine. That's when I pushed him away and called Zayn over, smirking as he pouts thinking he was receiving more than a kiss.

I get four of five boys ready for the interview, having no choice but to leave Nialls clothes out for him since he was now nowhere to be seen. I sigh softly, rubbing my face in my hands as I sit with them, texting Becky to let her know how awkward it has been. Harry rubbing shoulder gently as I smile slightly at his gesture. I loved this guy, more than anyone before but I just needed to fix everything with Niall.

I couldn't have him finding everything awkward and not being able to talk to me. Thinking back a mere three weeks ago when we were laughing together happily, loving life as two inseparable best friends. To now him not being able to speak to me or even hate to be in the same room as me.