Consequences *Harry Styles&Niall Horan fanfic* COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty-Six.

"The first thing I think we should do is keep the engagement under wraps. For now. At least until we finish the tour. We dint need anything taking focus away from the biggest tour of 2014."says Harry's publicist Darren as we all sit at lunch after the soundcheck for the show tonight. Harry stops eating and turns to Darren " Why wait? We were on tour when Zayn broke the news about him and Pierre getting engaged? I deserve the same right. I won't hide that I'm in love and happy. You can't ask me too. " Harry demands.

"I would never ask you that, Harry. But I would be lying if I said its a different situation between you and Zayn. Cause it is. The fans for you, Harry are ruthless. You ARE the it boy. The most popular and sought after of the group. You do have more fans then the rest. The reaction to their dream guy getting engaged may not blow over to well for your safety as well as Ashanti we have to keep this quiet." Darren says bluntly. I can see the look in Harry's eyes that he's both furious and he understands where Darren is coming from. Because as blunt as Darren stated it. It is true. The fans maybe not be too happy about this. They are like a flock of murderous crows. A Directioner is not a fandom to be trfiled with and I personally am not ready to get killed over an engagement. "I'm OK with waiting." I blurt out. Darren and Harry turn to face me both with eyes widen in surprise. "You are? Are you sure?" Harry questions.

"Yes, Darren is right. You're fans are crazy. Remember they did hate me for the first couple of months. I'm afraid to see how they will react to our engagement. Let's wait it out." I tell him. Harry stares at me for a few seconds and then takes my hand in his and stares at the ring. Smiling he plates a kiss on it and says "Whatever the bride wants, the bride gets. OK. Well wait."

"Alright now. Let's discuss the way you'll announce it." Darren and Harry launch into a huge discussion on how to announce our engagement when I excuse myself to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and fix my messy bun when one of the stalls swings open and out walks Niall.

"Ni? What the hell? How'd you get in here?"

"You can't do this, Shay."

"Can't do what?"

"Marry him. Marry Harry. I can't lose you. I won't lose you."

"Niall...look it was fun but..I love Harry. I'm marrying him." I said turning away from the mirror to face Niall.

"So I'm just suppose to accept it?" He says walking out of the stall towards me "I'm suppose to just let you go? Smile as you parade around with that ring, all happy and in love while I'm dying inside? Walk beside you as you get married? Give you away to him?" He asks. I shrug and softly nod my head. Niall huffs out in frustration as he kicks over the trash can "No! You can not ask me to be OK with the women I love marrying someone else! I won't!"

"......then...we are no longer friends.... I'm sorry." Even though the words came out of my mouth I instantly revert them and know that are a lie. I turn to leave when I hear Niall siftky whisper my name. I look over my shoulder and see he has collapsed to his knees... Crying.

"Ni..."

"Don't marry him Shay.." He cries "Don't marry him. Please."

I turn all the way around and sink to my knees and I know I should get back to Harry but I can't just leave Niall. I've already hurt him enough already I have to give him some comfort. Sinking to my knees I wrap him up in my arms and hold him.

"Let me make you forget him. I can help you forget him.." He says reaching for my belt. I take his hand away and say no. But he tries again

"Niall no. No." I said

"I can make you forget about him." He pushes me down and I fight to push him off.

"Niall no! Stop."

"I'll make you forget." He holds my arms above my head.

"Niall stop. Please."

"I'll show you how to forget him." He leans down and kisses me hard and my once fighting nature disappears into a sexually arousal.