I would die for you, but I won't live for you -Niall Horan au

eighteen

(A/N) sorry this is a shorter one, I'll make the next one longer I promise!

“No I’m not Harry. Go away.” I mumbled. I heard him sigh and felt the bed dip as he sat down. “Way to go Riley, you woke her up.” He said.

“Just leave curly sue. We’re talking here. You weren’t invited.” Riley spat at him.  The bed dipped again and I heard the door close. I poked my head above the covers and saw Riley watching me. I sighed and sat up in my bed. “Spill it.” Riley ordered.

“I kissed him.” I said, taking a deep breath. I saw the smile on her face then watched it turn to confusion. “Why is that a bad thing?” I took another deep breath and looked Riley right in the eyes. “I didn’t kiss Niall. I kissed Harry.”

Riley’s eyes widened and her nose scrunched up in disgust. “Ew.” She replied, faking sickness. There was a knock at the door and Niall popped his head in. “Are you ready to go Riley?” he asked, not glancing my way once. “Yup.” She replied, standing up and grabbing her journal from the floor.

“Where are you going?” I asked. I sat up straighter in the bed and looked at Niall. I was hoping he would look at me or answer the question but he didn’t. He just watched Riley. “Skating.” She answered. “Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall and I wanted to go. I would have invited you, but Harry said not to because he wants to talk to your or something.”

I tore my eyes from Niall to glare at Riley. Was she crazy? Since when did she listen to Harry? Ri shrugged and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. I didn’t want to get out of my bed. I didn’t want to have to go downstairs and face Harry. To be honest, I was a little scared about whatever it was Harry had to talk to me about.

I couldn’t avoid it all day, but I could at least avoid it for a little while. I curled back up in bed and closed my eyes. It wasn’t long before I finally fell back asleep again.

~*~

This time when I woke up, it was five-thirty. It was about three when I fell back asleep, so I had a good two and a half hour nap. I turned over in my bed and screamed. I hadn’t expected to see Harry sitting beside me. He had been playing with his fingers and looked lost in thought until my scream scared him.

“Jesus Payton!” he exclaimed. “Sorry.” I mumbled, burying my face back into my pillow. “What are you doing here?” The bed shifted under his weight, as he got comfortable. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night…” He said.

I groaned into the pillow before sitting up and facing him. I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Listen, what happened last night wa-”

“Was a mistake.” Harry finished.

I was shocked. That was exactly what I was going to tell him but I wasn’t expecting him to say it too. It wasn’t like Harry at all. He usually never regretted kissing a girl. “Truth is, I truly thought I liked you. But I was up all night thinking about it and it didn’t feel right. I guess I was just looking for a rebound.” He explained.

I knew that I probably should have been hurt because I was a rebound, but honestly, I couldn’t have been happier. I leaned over and pulled Harry into a hug. He was clearly surprised, but hugged me back. “You’re not mad?”

I pulled away from him and shook my head. “I’m glad actually!” I smiled. Now he looked really confused. “Why…” He asked. So I explained everything to him. About how I was in love with Niall back in high school (even though he already knew), and about how once they came back, all those feelings returned. Well, were noticeable again.

He nodded and made little “mhm” noises at all the right times, letting my know that he was paying attention to what I was saying and it was nice, knowing that he was listening and not spacing out like he usually does.

“I think you should tell him.” Harry said. I rolled my eyes at him and pushed his shoulder lightly. “He won’t even look at me Hazz.” I said, stating the obvious. Harry stayed quiet, thinking. “Just give him some time. He’ll come around. I promise.”