Niall's Story

chapter 10

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I lay on the floor in my room for a little while before dinner was coming. I just told Harry Styles that I wanted him for Christmas. Out of all the words I could of possibly said, like a bike or a wagon. Maybe even just some damn food. No, I had to go and say you. His reaction didn’t seem to have been shocked or upset like I would of thought. His curly hair just bounced as he nodded and got up walking away. He nodded. That’s all he had done. Not one word was after my last comment.

 

My thoughts were interrupted by a faint knocking on the door. Turning my head I see the one and only Louis Tomlinson standing in the door way. “Yes?” I spoke lightly. He looked at me as if he had never seen an Irish boy ever.

“Can I come in?” He spoke low. I could tell he didn’t want to be here. Hell, anyone could tell that, he didn’t once look directly at me, but only to the floor.

“Of course.” I spoke just as light and rolled onto my stomach. “What’s goin on?”

He walked over to the bed and sat down slowly. His gaze slowly met mine as he spoke in almost a whisper. “Don’t hurt him like I did..” His eyes went from confused to sad in a matter of a blink or two.

“What are you talking about?” My eyes narrowed as I laid my head on my arms, looking up at Louis from the floor.

He raised an eye brow now. “I know what’s going on between you two. You can’t deny it.” He spoke up a bit louder this time, which came to a big surprise to me.

“There isn’t a thing going on,” I sat up now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” My voiced raised as his did. He was getting angry now, and by the time I sat up, he was standing.

“Listen Horan,” He pointed down at me, and spoke low again; but it was a harsh tone than what anyone speaks around me. “If you so much as make him cry I will break your arm. Do you got that? He doesn’t need any more shit from anyone and Ill be damned if Niall Horan is going to give him a hard time.” His eyes never left mine.

My heart sank. Louis still loved Harry. There wasn’t any deny there. All I could do was look down. I had nothing to say.

“I’m not kidding Horan. I will make your life he—“ He was cut off. He just stopped talking.

“Whats going on in here?” The familiar husky voice spoke as he walked into the door way. I tilted my head up too look at the curly haired boy, making sure it was him. Louis said nothing. Harry looked back at me for any answers.

I just shrugged feeling a fresh tear trickle down my cheek. Harry must of seen because now he was looking at Louis angry. I didn’t want to watch my two friends fight; if Louis was even still my friend. So I just hid my face into my knees, and wrapped my arms around my head to block any noises.

Sometimes, well.. Most of the time, I don’t handle things too well. I'm still a kid, and I sure as hell act like one.

Before I had time to block every little thing out for the night, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, and pick me up without a problem. It confused me because I could still hear the faint yelling back and forth from Harry and Louis, Even through my little arms.

“Want to go out for a bit with me and Dani?” Dani.. was that, that girl Liam has been handing out with? Must be. I just shrugged as I undo my arms around my head to look at him. He sighed and set me on the couch, and sat next to me.

“Alright.. What’s going on in that blond head of yours?” Liam spoke in a low and worried tone. I shrugged again, because I didn’t even really know. Before I even had any chance to answer him, (Like I was going to anyways…) Harry came walking out into the living room to us.

“I'm so sorry for whatever he said to you Niall. Please don’t listen to him.” There was panic in his voice as he quickly walked over to the couch.

“What did he say?” Liam spoke calmly as his gazed focused on mine. There wasn’t anything I could say. I don’t want Harry hating Louis because of me. What if One Direction breaks up because of ‘Fighting’ between the band members, and its all my fault. What if, we did break up? The world would hate me.

Harry leaned over kissing my cheek. I turned my head a bit to look at him. Our lips brushed together.

…What was that? A spark? No, isn’t a spark like a fiery thing that comes off of sparklers. IT was something though. I think Liam noticed because now he was on his phone, while I, in the mean time, couldn’t take my eyes off of the boy in front of me. I swear, He gets more perfect every day.

Did I forget to mention that he is a boy and i—fuck it. I give up.

I leaned in and grabbed the curly haired, green eyed, perfect dimpled boy by his oh so perfect cheeks, and pressed my chapped lips against his warm, soft, and gentle ones. I could feel him smile into the kiss. He slowly wrapped an arm around my waist, as we continued the kiss. Liam coughed.

Harry and I pulled away pretty quickly. I looked down because I could feel my cheek getting hotter by the second.

“When should we put up the tree?” Liam spoke shy now, you could tell in his voice. Harry laid his head to mine and shrugged. God he was so perfect.

“Tomorrow?” The husky voice returned. Liam had to of just shook his head yes because he didn’t speak another word.

Yay! We’re setting up the tree tomorrow! I love Christmas. I wonder what I should get Harry…

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I hope it was a good chapter (: i think it was ♥ Chistmas is always a fun holiday! Vote/Comment pleaaase! :D