Pink

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PINK'S POV:

I woke up in my bed, Harry's arm slung over my protectively.

Wait a minute.

Harry?

I shrieked and sat up, checking to make sure I had on all my clothes.

Oh, thank god.

Harry rubbed his eyes and looked up at me. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" His voice was deep with sleep and his green eyes were half-closed.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Har. Uh, quick question. Why are you in my bed?"

"You were screaming and crying in your sleep last night and I was worried. When I put my arm around you, you quieted down. Sorry if it seemed douchey. I was just worried." He blushed slightly. "I care about you."

I gave him a hug and breathed in. "Thank you for caring so much about me. I've just had a whirlwind of the past few days."

"I understand Pink. And even if in the end you don't choose me, I still want to be there for you."

"Thanks. Har. You're the best." We embraced again and his warm skin touched mine.

"I really like you, Pink. And you know that. But you and Niall really need to make up."

I sighed and leaned on my bed. "Harry, I really wish I could, but it's not that easy."

"Pink, you're overthinking this." A knock sounded on the door. Harry jumped up and peered through the hole. "Babe, you may not like this, but Niall's here."

NIALL'S POV:

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Babe, you may not like this, but Niall's here," I heard Harry say.

I clenched my fists. "Babe," I muttered under my breath angrily. "Like she's your babe."

I heard Pink slowly walk to the door and saw her blue eye peek through the peep hole. I waved and smiled. I motioned for her to come outside the small apartment.

"Harry?" She called.

I sighed. She had gone to the dark side. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Harry as a friend, but he is toxic to girls.

"Uh, I'm gonna go take a walk. Niall left and I need some, uh, fresh air."

There's the Pink I know and love!

Wait, love. 

Wait, what.

Pink walked out, all snuggled up in a sweatshirt and leggings, looking adorable. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were puffy with sleep.

"Uh, hi." She waved.

I grabbed her into a hug and felt her tense up. I leaned back and held her shoulders. "Pink, it's me. Niall. You don't need to be nervous."

She shrugged and pulled her sweatshirt down to the tips of her fingers. "I don't know. I just feel like all that's been going on has been overwhelming."

"Pink?" I heard Harry's deep rumple from inside the apartment. "Are you still out there?"

Harry opened the door in nothing but grey sweatpants.

Did he already win the bet?

No. No, Pink wouldn't do that.

Would she?

PINK'S POV:

I heard the door open and Niall's eyes widen as he saw Harry. Harry had no shirt on and I could imagine what Niall was assuming.

"Niall, it's not what it looks like-"

"I'm pretty sure it is, Pink. And we both know that."

Niall stalked away and Harry wrapped his arm around me.

"Oh well, ya tried. So, want something to eat?"

I took off after Niall, and stopped halfway down a staircase when I heard crying.

Niall was huddled in a corner, his phone pressed to his ear.

"D-Demi.."

Oh, yay. Demi again.

"I think I'm in love with her, but she keeps pushing me away and she likes Harry and I think Harry had sex with her and.." His sobs echoed in the empty stairway. "I just can't. I don't know how I can keep loving her if she keeps pushing me away."

I pressed my hand to my mouth, feeling the tears water in my eyes.

I ran down the stairs and rushed to Niall. He looked up with a sad look in his eyes.

"I gotta go, Demi. I'll call you later."

I looked into his eyes. "Niall. Can we please talk?" I grabbed his hand and it fit perfectly in mine. 

"Fine. But not here."