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When the Leaves Begin to Fall

03. Connections

By the time we got to Kayti’s house, I think we were all so drunk and sleepy that we could barely get in the door. Kayti was directing everyone to the guest rooms, but Harry literally went over and sprawled out on the couch, declaring that it was the most comfortable couch on the face of the planet. While Kayti went over to help him stand up, I led Niall up the stairs and showed him which three were the guest rooms.

He looked surprised. “It has so many guest rooms.”

“It does,” I agreed, and I found myself laughing for some reason I couldn’t understand. “You know, I used to sleep in this one when we were younger. We were always such good friends. I didn’t think anything would ever break us apart. We were too close for that.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he began slipping out of his shoes. “Oh? Well what happened?”

“I became a total bitch,” I admitted, and my eyebrows furrowed. “I was rude, snobby, and I judged people based on what they wore or how popular they were. I became my worst nightmare, and I just shut her out. I stabbed her in the back, yet when we partnered up in chemistry last year, she immediately forgave all of that and carried things on like we had remained friends all those years we weren’t.” I let out a soft laugh. “She’s the reason I’m me again, and I’ll never forget her.”

“I happen to be very fond of you,” he informed me, his voice slurred from drunkenness. “So I guess I have her to thank for you being you as well. I can’t imagine you being how you describe, though.”

I shrugged a bit. “I was. Even my sisters hated me.”

His eyebrows rose. “There are more of you?”

I smiled as I nodded. “Yeah. Three girls, including me.”

“So, are you from Ireland, or what?” he asked. “You don’t sound at all Irish.”

“I’m half Irish, half Spanish,” I admitted, and when his eyes sparkled in delight, I giggled a bit. “My dad moved to America when he was eighteen to go to school, and he started working at Capitol. As he finished school and worked there more, he moved up and up in the company, so now, he’s one of their top producers. He met my mom at school, and they hit it off. Within a year, they were married, and a year later, my oldest sister, Carmin, was born.”

“So, do you actually speak Spanish?” he asked, mostly just out of curiosity, but I could hear a hint of hope hiding in his drunk voice.

I smiled sheepishly. “Quite fluently. My mom’s family speaks mostly Spanish, so we have to know it when we go visit them.”

To my surprise, he started speaking in very fluent Spanish. “Me parece una chica que puede hablar varios idiomas muy sexy.” (I find a girl who can speak multiple languages very sexy)

I knew I was blushing as a smile crept across my lips. “Yo puedo hablar un poco de gaélico también, pero no con tanta fluidez.” (I can speak some Gaelic as well, but not as fluently)

“Por lo que si alguna vez queremos hablar en privado en torno a nuestros amigos, éste es cómo podemos,” he said, letting out a delighted laugh. (So if we ever want to speak private around our friends, this is how we can)

He had a laugh that I couldn’t help but smile at, so of course I was smiling while I nodded. “Si.”

The most surprising thing he did was shut the door and begin very eagerly kissing me out of nowhere. I didn’t think he wanted this, but I certainly didn’t mind. Trust me. Kissing Niall wasn’t something I was going to ask questions about.

Questions might lead to less kissing, and I didn’t want less kissing.

Very carefully, he pushed me back on the bed so he could kiss me a little better. After all, we were both drunk and a bit unsteady. Not to mention I felt very light headed. Kissing would only make that worse.

The way his lips felt against mine, the way I felt inside when he kissed me . . . it made me wonder how this could possibly be wrong. Maybe fate had a funny way of bringing him to me, but maybe this was the guy I was looking for. He’s not some super macho guy, like I always thought I would end up with when I was younger, and he wasn’t six foot five. Sure, he was still five or six inches taller than me, but he wasn’t the guy I thought I would marry.

He was something special. Niall freaking Horan. Sexiest motherfucker I had ever met, and he was also the sweetest—a combination you don’t get often.

So to feel his lips on mine like this, to feel him kissing me with so much passion that I thought my heart might seriously explode . . . it made me wonder if it was possible that Niall and I were supposed to be together.

When his tongue slipped between my lips, I lost all track of my thoughts. The only thing I could do right was get myself deeply into the kiss as my fingers knotted in his hair. On instinct, maybe, I pulled him as close to my body as I could get him, and he did the same.

Yes. I could get used to this.


I woke up with the biggest headache of my life. Honestly, to say I had never drank a little too much was a lie, but I don’t think I had ever gotten that drunk before. It was so bad that I just wanted to roll over and die.

So . . . waking up naked . . . that scared me. I woke up naked, and I woke up with no one beside me. Who was the last person I was with? Honestly, I couldn’t—oh. But Niall wasn’t that kind of guy. He didn’t just sleep with a girl and leave her in bed, did he?

Was
he that kind of guy? Did I misread him this whole time?

I was surprised when the door opened quickly, but it also closed just as quickly. Sure enough, there stood Niall in the flesh looking very awkward, though very sexy, in just a pair of boxers. He tried to smile, but I could tell something was bothering him.

I groaned a little. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

He shook his head. “I was so drunk, I don’t remember much of anything. Look, I . . . I’m sorry this happened. I’m so sorry, Oli.”

I exhaled sharply and began looking distantly at my fingernails. “It doesn’t change anything, though, does it?”

With the most pained expression I had seen from him yet, he looked at me and groaned. “And I wish it did, so badly, because right now, I just wanna crawl in bed beside you and cuddle and just spend the day laying there. Forgetting the world and enjoying your company like I so happily do. But it doesn’t.”

I let out a breath and stood from the bed to put some clothes on. “You know, you act like you literally can’t be with me, but you can. You’re choosing not to.”

He exhaled. “This isn’t easy, Oli, this life. Danielle and Liam have broken up twice because of it. Louis and Eleanor won’t get married and start a family until it’s all said and done with. Harry won’t seriously date anyone until it’s all said and done with. It’s really the best thing for both of us for me to opt out of this.”

“You should try asking my opinion,” I informed him, my voice sarcastic with a smile to match. “But you’ve made up your mind, and I get it. You don’t have to pretend you actually wanna be with me, Niall. It’s okay. We probably won’t see each other again anyways.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Uh, Oli, I’m not pretending anything. You’re the best person. I don’t lie about any of this. I hate it when people do that. I’m telling you the whole truth, and I’m sorry it’s not what you wanna hear. I hope you find someone smarter and better than me, someone who appreciates you and loves the way I wish that I could. Don’t settle for less than you deserve again, please.”

I let out a breathless laugh and quickly shook my head. “Please don’t make suggestions for my love life. I’d rather not hear it right now.”

He nodded, though his eyes were on his feet. “I’m really sorry, Oli. I . . . I wish things hadn’t happened last night. I wanted to wait until I was married, and I’m sure you didn’t want that to happen either.”

“I was waiting too,” I agreed.

His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as a breath passed through his lips. “I figured as much. Look, I’ll just go because it’s clearly harder on you to talk to me than I would like, so . . . .” he crossed the room and came over to tenderly kiss my forehead, something that only made tears fill my eyes. “Goodbye, Oli. You have my number. Call or text me if you ever want to. I would love to talk to you, but it’s your decision.”

I fumbled into my underwear and a t-shirt and stiffly moved across the room to head downstairs. “Okay.”

When I opened the door, I was surprised at the sight of Harry and Kayti standing not ten feet away kissing so tenderly. She was in a robe, and he was dressed in the same thing he wore last night.

He was the one to pull away. “I’ll be back soon, beautiful. You owe me a tour.”

“And you’ll owe me one,” she reminded him, giggling a little. “I’ll be ready.”

“Don’t shower without me,” he teased, and she just laughed again. “I’ll get Niall and—oh. Hello there, Oli. I see you two are up. Was your night as wonderful as ours?”

I took a deep breath and shrugged. “I don’t know. I hope so.”

Kayti noticed my expression and suddenly looked rather dismal. “I’m guessing waking up didn’t go so well.”

I just gave her a soft smile and shook my head. “I’ll be downstairs. I’m gonna make some breakfast before I go home.”

Harry was looking at Niall with a very confused expression, but I’m guessing Niall’s wasn’t pleasant because Kayti very quickly scurried back into her room, probably to put some more clothes on.

When I got downstairs, I locked myself in the bathroom, slid into the floor, and cried, so hard.

How could I be so stupid? Of course he doesn’t want me! I’m his niece by marriage. I’m not Eleanor or Perrie or Danielle. I’m just boring ugly Oli, and he needs someone beautiful. He needs someone who doesn’t make things complicated. Sure, some people might freak about the related by marriage thing, but come on. Most people nowadays know that it’s not a big deal. I mean, twins marry other twins. It’s not a huge thing.

It was just his nice way of saying that I wasn’t good enough for him, and why should I be? He’s amazing and incredible and gorgeous, and I’m just boring old me. Nothing special. Just me.

I hated the feeling I was suddenly feeling. The feeling of my heart falling out of my chest. Because he wasn’t just some pop star I lost my virginity to being the crazy teenage girl that I was. He was more than that because he was family. I would probably see him again. I would see him with some beautiful model draped to his arm, and I could never escape it. He was the boy I told some of my darkest secrets to, connected with in such a way that I never forgot him. In just a matter of a day, he took my breath away and made me want nothing more than to be by his side. I just wanted a shot, but I knew I would never get it.

I hated the feeling I felt when he confirmed it because I was stupid enough to get my hopes up and think maybe I was wrong, that maybe I was good enough for him.

And I wasn’t because he was Niall Horan, the sexy Irish guy in One Direction, and I was Oliora Kelly, the girl that no one knew.

Why would I be good enough? Money doesn’t make me important, especially when it’s not mine.

Notes

The lyrics are from Stay by Rihanna. :)

So, due to the fact that His Princess is gonna take a while to revamp and make website worthy, this story will be staying up. :D I'm super excited about the quick responses to it. :) Hope you guys are enjoying it.

Just a little heads up, it's about to get kinda rough. It's a bit graphic but not NC-17 graphic.

Also, if the Spanish part is off in any way, I do apologize. I tried my best to make it accurate, and I checked it with Google translate. So if it's wrong, I'm sorry! :P

Comments

TO THE READERS!
I thought I would inform you as the sister of the author that this story will be on hold for a long time as she just gave birth to a little baby boy a little over 2 months ago and is busy being a full-time mom. Sorry and I hope everyone can understand!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
6/22/16

It's not nice to not update for two months!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
11/17/14

love it please update more!

@BritineylovesHarry
I actually decided to keep them both. :) I'm gonna see how it goes, but I will definitely be leaving this one up. :)

CaptainHawkeye CaptainHawkeye
7/31/14

Omg keep this one not his princess I just love this one and it's now my number four favorite fan fic under One Directions Property and The Voice and The Tour