The Wrong Girl *One Direction Fan Fiction*

Chapter 8

Niall's P.O.V

Dani was NOT okay, and I knew it to. We walked back to Maeve's flat in complete silence, it was only semi awkward only because I couldn't stop thinking about Maeve. It wasn't fair that harry is able to just swoop in and take her heart like that when I had seemed to try since we had met.

We got home and took off our coats.

"Do you ever think that some people don't know what they have till its gone?" Dani said in a almost sad tone. It was like she was reading my mind it almost scared me a little....

"Actually yes haha" I said sheepishly I didn't want to talk about Maeve right now she had, had such a good time I didn't want to ruin it. We walked up the stairs to the door. Dani was about to open it when I placed my hand on the door knob, stopping her from entering. With my other hand, I grabbed hers. She looked up at me and smiled. I lifted my hand from the door knob and brought it to her face. I leant in until our lips almost touched. When "Buzzz" Danis phone. Again. But this time she ignored it, and smashed her lips into mine. Bam. Fireworks. It was a short kiss, but a sweet one. 

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Harrys P.O.V.

Maeve and I walked hand in hand, dragging the sled behind us back to her flat. It had been a perfect night. 

"Harry, what do you want for Christmas?" She asked me.

"Hmm I'm not sure yet." I lied, a plan forming in my mind. I knew exactly what I wanted. And she was standing right next to me. I was going to ask Maeve out on Christmas. What could possibly be more romantic?

"Thats a lie! Everyone wants something!" She said.

"Hm well I'll get back to you on that one then! What do you want?" I asked her

"Um, you know just like girly things. Sweaters and shoes and stuff." She replyed. When we arrived at her flat we left the sled by the door. Right before we walked in I bent down and kissed her lips. And still, there were fireworks. We walked into the living room were Liam, Louis, and Zayn were seated on the couch. They all stared at us as we walked in.

"Did you two have fun tonight" Louis winked. Maeve blushed.

"Yes, we had a great time" I answerd as I plopped down on the couch next to Zayn. I patted the space next to me for Maeve to sit on. It was a small space left, so she ended up pretty much just sitting on my lap. I smiled. 

"Wheres Niall and Dani?" Maeve asked. And as if on que, they walked into the room. Dani was blushing like crazy so I assumed that her and Niall had a lot of fun. 

"were did you two go?" Liam asked.

"A movie" Niall replyed. "Me and Dani are ganna go upstairs and have some tea and if any of you need anything thats were we will be." Niall said leading Dani up to his room. 

"Well I suppouse you two lovebirds want us to leave you alone?" Zayn asked.

"Haha lets just go to my room Harry" Mave chuckled. 

Maeve jumped on her bed, exahstedly and I took my place next to her.

"That was so much fun!" Maeve said. I turned my body to face hers.

"agreed!" I said. She turned and faced me. I brought my face to hers and kissed her, this time for longer then the other times. She pulled back, as if teasing me then hopped off her bed. She threw a wink at me.

"I'm SOO tierd Harry! I'm sorry!" She said as she searched her room for her pajamas, which I didn't mind, becuase I liked Maeve's pajamas. When she was chaged she climbed into her bed next to me and fell asleep.

Dani's P.O.V.

As soon as Niall and I heard Maeve and Harry stop talking we figured they must be asleep. We tiptoed into across the hallway and opend Maeves door. They were laying sound asleep, all snuggled up in bed. Maeve was wearing her usual pj's and Harry was just wearing boxers. There was definetly something going on between them. I looked over at Niall. He stared so intensley and them. I saw something in his eyes. As if he was finnally moving on from the girl he had loved all his life. A tear slid down his cheek. 

"Niall, do you want to talk?" I asked. I knew how he felt.

"Y-yeah." He choked out. 

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"It's just when we first met, when I was in 2nd grade and she was in Kindergarten, people would always pick on her at recess and I would defend her, and we became best friends, even though I was a second grader and she was a Kindergartener. And I saw her sitting on the swings crying and I fell in love with her, and I loved her every single moment of my life up until now. And when she got her first boyfriend when she was in the 8th grade, I pretened like I was proud of her, and I told her that if he ever hurt her I would kick his arse, but really I spent every night crying because it wasn't me. And when she had her first serious relationship, and he broke her heart, I spent months trying to make her feel better. But I just feel so different now. Not that I still don't love her, it's just I love her in a different way. I think now I finnally love her the way she loves me. Like a best friend, or a brother." He spilled his heart out to me.

 "I think that Harry is the same way and that hes finally getting over it. Its hard to be the on the receiving side when you don't like someone back like that..."

Next thing I knew Niall was leaning in, I kissed him but not just a peck alittle longer. it wasnt a messy make out, it was a sweet passionate kiss. We Cuddled in his bed and next thing I knew I was asleep.

That morning I woke up I couldnt stop thinking about last night. Niall was so sweet he never gave up on Maeve but he knew it was time. I was scared that he would change his mind though... I walked in the bathroom and put on my favorite floral shirt and my white cardigin, then slipped on a pair of dark  jeggings and my uggs then walked into the living room. as usal the house was empty so I pourd a cup of coffee in a travel mug and walked outside. I sat out on the porch chairs for a really long time just thinking. Abuout Niall, about Joey, about Harry, about Gemma, about Maeve, about Louis. And just everything that came to mind. 

Maeves P.O.V.

When I woke up that morning I was squished in a tight hug. Harry was sound asleep, his arms fastened around me. I sighed and tryed to lift them off of me. After stuggling for five minuets I finnally wriggled free. I hopped out of bed and looked through my closet. I pulled out a pair of black leggings and a creme sweater. I slipped on a pair of blue Toms and walked into the kitchen were I found Zayn attempting to make eggs.