Tangled (Harry Styles & Niall Horan Love Triangle) *SMUT*

You are far from being one.

I did my laundry as he watched a game of football on TV.

This day has been really quiet for both Niall and I.

When we woke up from the nap we had after the 'he came, I didn't.' session, we ate brunch, sitting at the table across each other, putting food into our mouths; the whole house is drowning in silence.

And the night, just as I thought he was already asleep, his arms reached out for me, pulling me closer to him as we lay in bed facing one another.

He removed a lose strand of hair away from my face and he began caressing my back as he stare at me.

"You're still mad at me." He says.

I shook my head gently.

"Talk to me, please muff." His eyes scanned my face. "You're killing me."

"Where's your bimbo?" I asked which eventually put a smile in his face.

"She's not my bimbo."

"You're all over her yesterday; you even took her somewhere for God knows what!"

"I did that just to make you jealous, and nothing happened. I swear!" He chuckled, probably finding this conversation amusing. "Did it work?" He continued.

"What do you think?" I glared at him.

"I don't know, you were busy all night dancing with that ugly guy. What's his name?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, thinking about how I didn't even ask the guy his name. How rude of me!

"Were you trying to make me jealous too? Because you know, it worked." He admitted.

"It did? I thought you were too busy with your new friend to even notice." I pressed on.

"Are you kidding me muff? I was watching you the whole night! I think Cindi was annoyed by that."

"So, that's her name." Hearing her name annoys me.

"I was mad at you yesterday---

I cut him off. "I'm mad at you right now."

"Muffin, let me finish." He put a finger on my lips shushing me.

"Well, you didn't let me." I whispered, referring to what happened earlier. You know.

"What?"

"Nothing." I shrugged. "What were you saying?" I stirred the conversation.

"I was mad at you yesterday, well... not mad exactly, frustrated, and jealous." He paused.

"And?"

"I don't know how to deal with those feelings; I'm really out of practice." He smiled charmingly. "And I wanted to get you back, make you feel the same too, that's why I said those things last night. And that's why I left with her." He explained. "I was thinking to do it with her, just to get it over with." He shook his head.

"But I can't, I don't want her. I want... you."

I bit my lip, my heart beating faster. Niall has this thing with words, it's like when I hear him speak, and especially hearing him saying things like this, made the butterflies in my tummy go around in frenzy.

"I was relieved to find you here, I thought you would still be at the bar, with that ugly guy." He ran his thumb over my cheek. "I am really sorry muffin. I didn't mean to say those things."

I nodded.

"I don't want you thinking that you are a slut."

But I feel like one.

"You're not." He whispered, looking at me in the eyes. "You are far from being one."

I leaned in to kiss him.