Pink

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PINK'S POV:

"Niall, what are you doing?"

"Shh," he squeezed my hand as we quietly climbed staircases upon staircases.

We finally reached the top, out of breath as Niall pushed open the door to reveal a rooftop.

Niall let go out my hand and walked to the edge, leaning on the railing. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

I sighed and smiled as I watched him happily look around the city.

"Niall, I heard what you said.."

"God dammit Pink. Why do you have to bring that up?"

"Because I want to talk to you!" I started to raise my voice.

He threw his arms up in the air. "Well, if you wanted to talk then why did you run away from me-"

"Niall James Horan don't you dare. I know that you and Demi are a thing so don't blame me-"

"Are you kidding me, Pink?! You and Harry are sleeping together!"

As soon as Niall said that, I saw the recognition in his eyes.

"If you think I'm that much of a slut, then don't fucking talk to me. I have not done anything with Harry, so back the fuck off. You aren't who I thought you were Niall."

I walked down to my apartment, Niall trailing quietly behind me. I unlocked the door and he slipped in behind me.

"Harry?" I called. If anything, Harry could talk Niall into leaving, because there was no way in hell that I was talking to that Irish bastard.

A note sat on the small table where I plopped my sweatshirt onto.

Went to run some errands but I'll be back in a little.

See you soon, my love.

xx H

I went to my bedroom and Niall was still behind me.

"Pink, I'm going to talk to you, whether you like it or not. Just listen. I don't care if you talk to me afterwards or not, but I just want you to hear me out."

I kept my back towards him and crossed my arms.

"Alright, then." He cleared his throat.

"A couple of weeks ago, I met you. My first impression was that you were way different than any other girl I had ever met. You were funny and daring and just...you. From the first moment we talked, I felt strangely comfortable around you. Simon soon assigned for you and Harry to date, and I protested and gave a whole speech about you and how wonderful you are and the boys made fun of me. Harry soon came up to me and bet that he could get you, to, um.. have sex with him within two months. And I pleaded and begged Harry not to but he wouldn't listen."

Wait, what?

Okay, maybe I'll listen to him.

"That day you heard me talking about you in the arena? I was getting up my courage to ask you out. I was worried that you would turn me down because of past rumours of me and Demi - and by the way? Demi and I are best friends, nothing more, I swear. Harry knew that if you came into the theater at the moment you would heard the wrong thing and assume stuff. You continued to ignore me. And that night at the ball? Well, I had sent Zayn up to get you because I knew that if I went up you wouldn't listen. Zayn told me you and Harry kissed, so I knew you were in too deep. I was too late to know that, I had lost you."

I turned around, tears racing down my cheeks.

I rushed towards Niall and kissed him, feeling his hands rest on my waist. I snuggled into his chest and smiled.

The door creaked open and I saw Harry standing there with bags of groceries. His eyes narrowed and he dropped the groceries, turned around and walked back out of the apartment.

I sighed.

"What are we going to do now?"