Chapter 23

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My phone was ringing and I when I opened my eyes, my eyes were like burning. I felt the heat of my eyes.

“Hey love, I'm on my way to your new dorm.”

“How did you know about that?”

“Your mom told me.”

“Please go faster.”

“I'll try, bye love.”

He hung up and I went to the living room to wait for him. I opened my T.V. and the news were about Harry and I. It's about our break up.

“Harry Styles’ girlfriend, Gabriella Smith broke up because of Caroline Flack?”

I checked my twitter and saw many new notifications.

'@harrycxke: Finally! @GabriellaSmith_ and @Harry_Styles is over!'

'@GabriellaSmith_: @harrycxke @Harry_Styles congratulations.'

I tried my best to ignore the tweets but I just can't. Niall knocked and I stood up hurriedly and opened the door.

“Niall!” I hugged him tight and felt the tears again.

“What happened?” He released the bags that he's holding and he hugged me back.

“Harry cheated on me.” I sob.

“Why would he cheat on a lovely girl?” He whispered.

“I'm sorry for hugging you this tight. I just want you to hold me and make me feel comfortable.”

“It's okay love.”

“Woah, It's Niall Horan!” My dormmate yelled.

“Hey.” Niall waved.

“You didn't told me Niall's your boyfriend.”

“Actually He's my bestfriend.” I released and turned to Kim.

“Really? That's cool. Well, I have to go.”

“Bye Kim.”

She went outside and Harry came in.

“What are you doing here?!” Niall yelled.

“I should be the one who's asking that. And why are you holding my girlfriend's hand.”

“Excuse me, Ex-Girlfriend.” I said, sarcastically.

“Babe, let me explain.” Harry said.

“Fine. Explain!”

“Love, I'll come back tomorrow. You and Harry should talk.”

“But Niall,”

“Go on. See you tomorrow.” He waved.

I know Niall doesn't like what he said, I can see it in his eyes. And then Harry explained what happened.

“Okay, fine. I forgive you.”

He hugged me and I just hugged him back.

“So, are we back together?”

“Maybe.”

He hugged me–again– and pressed his lips into mine. And he carried me to my room and lied me down to my bed.

“Wait, wait.”

“What?”

“I want you to take it slow.”

“I love slow.” He smirked.

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