Whisked away from reality with Styles (Harry Styles/1D fanfic)

Chapter 9.

All that was running through my mind was Harry, and her..I didn't even want to think about her, obviously he's going to chose her over me, any day of the week. She's hot, blonde, exciting, fun and a bit older than him, i'm just a plain, boring, normal 18 year old from Leeds. I sighed as I tried to get what just happened out of my mind but I just couldn't, it really hurt. The most hurt i've ever felt over any boy, I really liked Harry, a lot. I didn't care he was world famous because under all that money and ego, he was just a normal cheeky boy from Cheshire but also a lying, cheating scumbag. I didn't know what to think...

I felt Niall gently rock me to wake me up, I heard his irish accent ''Beth, we're at mine now, time to get out of the taxi.'' he smiled. I sat up almost immediately ''Oh god, sorry!'' I laughed nervously, Niall paid the man and helped me out leading way to his house, it was medium size but very nice.

He opened door and I followed him in, he took his jacket off me and hung it up, I stood there not knowing what to do or say, I just stared at the walls. ''Um, would ya like something to warm you up? Porridge or a hot drink?'' he smiled, still so cheery. I followed him into his kitchen ''I don't think i'll have a hot drink..'' I said referring to earlier in Starbucks, he smiled and he started giggling. His laughter was like a medicine for when your down, in a matter of seconds I was smiling.

He starting making some porridge for us both and told me to go sit in his lounge and wait ''Make yourself at home seriously.'' he grinned. I went through and sat on his long corner sofa, I sunk into it as I sat down. It was so comfy. I put my feet up and laid on my side, my elbow on the chair arm. I kept getting flashbacks of her on his knee, and his face, not saying anything, it's like he just let me slip away, maybe thats what he wanted.

I was just starting to drop off on Niall's sofa when my phone started vibrating, I took it out of my pocket, I was scared to answer incase it was Harry, it was an unknown number but I answered anyway.

''Hello?''

''Beth! Liam has just told us what has happened tonight, are you okay?'' It was Becky and she sounded pissed as a fart, her speech was slurred, obviously had too much to drink, again.

''No i'm n- I mean yeah..yeah, i'm fine. I'll be okay.'' I sighed under my breath, loads of questions is the last thing I needed.

''Awww well we'll come over to see you babe!'' she said, I could hardly understand what she was saying, I suddenly heard a smash in the background.

''No Becky don't, i'm fine I don't need you to come see me, and what was that?'' I asked.

''Oh nothing just smashed a glass.'' she laughed. ''Oh you so should of come out tonight away from that arsehole.''

She was right about the arsehole bit but she was trashed, I wasn't going to tell her everything when she won't even remember in the morning. Just then Niall came through with my porridge and a smile on his face.

I hung up as she was just talking the biggest load of gibberish I have heard, ''Thanks Niall, you know if it wasn't for you tonight I- don't know.'' I sighed. He came and sat next to me handing me my bowl before tucking into his ''Oh it's no problem, i'd of just been on my own aswell!'' he smiled. I rested my bowl of porridge on my knee, scooped some up on my spoon and blew it so it was cool.

''Good idea, you have learned your lesson.'' he grinned and laughed at me.

I shook my head slightly blushing ''I have, I can be so stupid sometimes.''

**Niall's P.O.V**

So there we was, sat in my living room eating porridge together, this is exactly what I want, she is the perfect girlfriend material, I can be myself around her and she didn't care. What was Harry playing at? I've ever been mad at him before until now, it was a complete joke.