Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Fourteen: Explanations About the Witch

Holy shit.

Harry just went to Styles Enterprise and I'm pretty damn sure he's not applying for a job there. I don't even know what I should do at this point. Do I go there after him or do I go home and wait? What if he gets hurt? He has his MyTab, should I call him? I'm pacing back and forth and I'm sure people think I'm crazy but I couldn't care less. My thoughts are jumbled and racing a mile a minute. There's only one thing I know for sure and it's that Harry lied to me and I'm pissed as hell at him.

I'm still pacing and my mind hasn't cleared a bit by the time the boys find me.

"Ni, mate, how long have you been out here?" Zayn asks, grabbing a hold of my shoulders, stopping me, "Since you left after Harry?"

I nod, "Where did you think I went?"

"We thought you caught him and the two of you went home, but I see that's not the case."

"We called and texted but when you didn't answer we thought you and Harry were doing the nasty," Louis says jokingly.

I pull out my phone with a frown, only now noticing the missed messages and calls from my mates.

"Sorry," I mumble, shoving the device back into my pocket.

"Why were you out here so long babe? You're gonna catch a cold," Zayn says, obviously worried.

"I'm fine," I lie, not looking at any of them.

"Niall, We've all been friends long enough to know that somethings up. So what is it?" Liam pushes gently.

I sigh and tug at my hair, "Harry went to Styles Enterprise."

"What?"

"No way."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not fucking kidding, He lied to me and said he was staying home," I say angrily.

"It's okay Nialler," Zayn reassures me and pulls me into a hug.

I melt into his arms and cling to him.

"Let's just go home," I say into his neck. I feel Zayn nod.

We have to wait a few more minutes for the monorail to arrive, but as soon as we step on and the warmth of the train engulfs me I realise how cold I am.

"Oh my gosh I can't feel my fingers," I whine, flexing my colorless digits.

"Uh oh, we may have to cut them all off Nialler," Louis laughs.

I scowl at him as Zayn takes my hands and tries to warm them up. They're back to normal before the train ride ends.

"Thanks Z," I smile at him.

He ruffles my hair in response.

"So what's gonna happen with uh...Harry?" Liam brings up cautiously, "Aren't you guys leaving for Ireland tomorrow?"

"Fuck, I totally forgot about that! I don't know what I'm going to do guys," I begin to worry.

"Woah Niall, calm down. We'll be here okay? We'll stay at yours tonight," Louis tells me.

"Yes, please stay," I reply.

They all agree and we get off at our stop. The walk to Liam and my flat is a short one and we decide to play a movie to try and get my mind off of Harry. I'm grateful that the boys don't ask me any more questions about it because I don't want to talk about it and because I don't know what I'm going to do.

The movie does nothing to distract me. I'm laying on the couch with my head on Zayn's lap cuddled in a thick blanket, thinking about what Harry's done.