I Wish I Could Say It Was a Mistake

Chapter 27: She's the first one that I see and I don't know why

*HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW*

"But I don't understand... "

"I know. I'm so sorry, Harry."

I stare at Niall as a million thoughts cross my mind. How can this be true? This doesn't sound like Layla, she wouldn't do annything like this, she wouldn't... 

"You're lying. ", I whisper. 

"What? "

"It has to be a misunderstanding."

"I've told you... "

"I know what you've told me, but it can't be true.", I state, a bit too aggressively, "You must have got the wrong girl. Layla wouldn't..." 

"It was her, it was your Layla.", he continues.

My body fills with anger. Why did this happen? Why did she choose Niall over me? She didn't even know him.

" You knew it was her. You knew. ", I say, looking at him defiantly in the eyes. 

"I didn't... ", he takes a step closer. 

"You knew! ", I shout and push him away. He sighs and I cover my face with my hands. "How could you do this?".

I can feel my heart breaking in my chest as all my hopes fade away. Why did this happen to me? 

Niall gets closer to me once more and puts his hand on my shoulder, "I swear I didn't know."

I hug him as I burst into tears. "I know, I'm sorry.", I whisper with a trembling voice, " I just don't understand why she would go for someone as close to me as you. And so soon... "

"Why don't you talk to her? ", Niall suggests.

Right now, I don't ever want to see her again. She's been playing with my feelings all this time, and I can't stand it. I feel like a fool, a stupid fool, for thinking that she might actually feel something for me too. 

"Nothing makes sense.", I say, still covering myself with Niall's shoulder.

I'm not only mad at her. I'm also mad at myself for not having realised she was this type of person. 

"I honestly think you two should talk. She was quite devastated last night.", Niall continues.

I remember how she left me after the fight with Jojo. She really did look like she was hurt, but I would've never imagined she'd be capable of something like this. 

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*LAYLA'S POINT OF VIEW*

I wake up before Emma. As I move, however, she opens her eyes slightly and whispers, "Good morning, baby."

"Morning.", I answer, and smile back. Then, I get up and walk towards the bathroom.

I look at the clock. It's already 1 pm, but I'm tired as if it was 6 am. My head hurts and I can barely walk in a straight line. I jump in the shower and all the memories from yesterday come back to me. Why the hell did I come home with Niall? I really shouldn't have done that. I'm not that kind of person, and it was stupid of me. 

And Harry... I guess I'll never hear from him again, although it'll take me a while to forget him and to get rid of this chest pain I get every time I think of him.

I still feel stupid for having fallen for someone so arrogant who keeps playing with me, who lets me believe he actually cares for me but then texts my colleague right in my face. Not to mention how fast he got over me last night with that blonde...

I laugh. How is it that I feel sorry for him for having kissed Niall when he's treated me like garbage? One second his telling me all these sweet things and the next he's saying the same things to the next pretty girl he finds. Maybe the girl from last night was right. Maybe I'm not enough. Or maybe Harry just doesn't take things seriously and I was foolish for thinking he might care. 

I walk out of the shower and get dressed. As I walk to the kitchen, I find Emma preparing two green smoothies. 

"Take this. ", she says, putting the green liquid in a glass and offering it to me, "It's a magic potion to make you feel better." I take the glass and look at it closely. I don't know what it's made of but it surely doesn't smell nice. "Just drink it. ", she continues, rolling her eyes. 

Then, she drinks almost half of the glass in one go. Alright, here I go. I take a small sip. Whoa. It actually tastes as it looks, and that means disgusting.

"Are you trying to kill me?", I ask. 

Emma laughs, "Don't be so dramatic. It'll make you feel better, trust me."

I give it another try, this time drinking a bit more. I guess it's not so bad, although I would rather have a normal orange juice. 

We then grab all the biscuits and sweet things in the kitchen and head to the sofa. Today we both need to relax to recover from all the stress of the past weeks, so we lay on the sofa and put on a bad movie while eating trash.

The perfect plan.

Nothing could disturb us, not even... 

Suddenly the doorbell rings. Emma and I look at each other with confused glances.

"You expect anyone? ", she asks me. I shake my head and reach for the remote control. I turn the TV off and walk to the door. 

"Harry?"