Change My Mind~ A One Direction Love Story.

Change My Mind - Part2

Last night, Harry arrived home around 3AM to find me asleep on the couch. It just an amazing feeling to fall asleep on the couch and wake up in your bed like when you're little. I woke up to Harrys gentle british accent saying 'Bye Aala, love. I'll see you around 4 o' clock' 

"Wait, what? You said you were off today Harry. " I said concerned

"Something came up. Uh, a rehersal. I love you, babe. See you!" He yelled as he slammed the door behind himself.

Why was he in such a hurry, his management never really cares if he's late. That's sort of weird, but I'm sure it's just he's really late. He probably wanted to wait until I woke up on my own... yeah.

After a while I decided to go for a nice, long walk. I was in the middle of my walk when I ran into Harrys band mate, Niall. "Hey, why aren't you at rehersal?" I asked

"Rehersal? We have a day off today. Harry didn't tell you, did he." He replied

"No... Yesterday he told me, but this morning he ran off saying he had rehersal."

"What? Sounds like he's keeping something from you, love. Come on, let's walk together."

So me and Niall were walking and talking for a while when out of no where, the topic changed. "You're so beautiful, Aala." Niall said 

"Oh, uhm, thanks." I replied awkwardly. It was awkward because, when I think back, Harry has never called me beautiful. Not once.

"Harry doesn't deserve you. He hits on everything feminine he sees. He's not completely faithful to you."

I froze, just standing there for moments on end. "Harry... isn't faithful?" I ask nervous to hear the answer

"No. Aala, he was with Taylor last night. In a hotel room. He's not faithful." Niall says anxiously 

I stand silent as Niall begins to search something on his phone. You know that feeling, when you're distracted while walking down the stairs, and you think theres another step, but there's not. That moment of shock you have as your foot falls through the air. That is the shock I'm feeling right now, but worse. 

"Look at this Aala." Niall demands. I only just now realized how sexy Nialls Irish accent truly is, especially when saying my name. 

As I turn my attention towards what is on Nialls phone, I see the picture of Harry last night, with a bag of clothing as he walks into Taylor Swifts hotel room. Then I see all the pictures of them walking around in New York. I couldn't help but throw myself into Nialls arms, since he was the closest person and I needed comforting.

"Niall, why did he do it?" I pull through my sobs.

Niall rubs my back and caresses me in his arms, "I'm not sure, love. He sure was fucking stupid though." Niall responds.

I decide to pull myself together and call Harry. I stand there waiting for an answer, and when the phone gets picked up all I can hear is screams. Screams of pleasure. The same screams I hear when me and Harry have sex. Instict was telling me to hang up, but I didn't. I put my phone on speaker and turned up the volume while recording the conversation. Niall gives me and look, noticing a single tear falling down my cheek. Harry is really, truly cheating on me. After everything me and this boy have been through, he does this to me. Out of anger towards Harry, I hang up my phone and throw myself at Niall, pressing our lips together. 

-End of part 2-