Scarlette's POV:

After everyone had finished breakfast... well except for me, the boys got up to leave for the studio. Niall kissed me on the cheek before leaving, to which Louis made a loud whistle, making Zayne laugh.

Four of the boys hurried outside into the awaiting limo.

"I forgot a jacket, Niall," Harry yelled from the doorway. "Can I get one of yours?"

"Sure," Niall called back.

Harry retreated from the doorway, shut the door and turned around. Then he walked over to sit next to me on the couch.

"Where are you from?" He asked bluntly. "Where are your parents? Where's your home?"

I blushed and looked away.

He inched closer to me. I looked up at him.

"You have beautiful eyes, love," he whispered, his voice low.

He placed a hand on my cheek. I tried to pull back right away. Even though I wasn't really with Niall, I didn't want to go around kissing boys I barely knew when I was in love with Niall.

But the next thing I knew, Harry Styles was kissing me. It wasn't a greedy or possessive kiss, it was a loving kiss. But I couldn't have a loving kiss with Harry. I loved Niall.

Didn't I?

Notes

Love triangle :) and it gets even more complicated...