There's Someone Always Watching

Niall's POV

I leaned onto a wall, sliding down it. I buried my face in my hands. Why? Why had they kissed? Did he forget she was mine?

I hugged my knees. Why, why had he done it? I knew that Harry liked her! I suddenly heard her door open, but I remains in my position. I heard the cloth of her dress slide on the wall, and the sound stopped. I knew she was sitting next to me.

"Why," she asked. I shrugged, still buried in my knees. "You must have a reason. You almost killed my friend." I laughed bitterly.

"Seems like he's more to you," I spat. She sighed.

"Niall, you can't be jealous-"

"No, I can't. I can't be jealous or angry because my best mate kissing you. You're mine, Tessa, mine!"

"Niall, I don't want to be owned. I'm not yours, okay?" I look up at her, she looks nervous. She sighs. "Niall, do you remember that day, when you...first attacked me? I was walking away from the club, yeah?" I nodded. "You attacked me, just because I wouldn't kiss you. Is that really the case?"

"Well now I felt guilty. "Tess-"

Suddenly, the council was rushing to us. Tessa stood up, straightening her dress, and I did too.

"Hello, what's wrong," she asked concerned.

"We've got a problem," one of them said.

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