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When we got back to mine (Y/N) ignored me, she ignored me in the car also. She wouldn’t make eye contact with me, she wouldn’t speak to me, and she wouldn’t even be around me if she didn’t need to. I don’t understand why she’s acting like this. She kissed me. I didn’t even ask her to, she just did it. So why is she being the one that is distant? I really like her and I don’t want to mess this up, I guess I’m already half way with her liking me back now. It’s unbelievable how happy I am right now, I know she’s ignoring me but the fact that she kissed me, not even an hour ago, just makes me feel happy. I think I’m going to ask her out on a proper date, not a date in my grotty apartment, but a proper date. I’ve never really been on a date before, I just go and pick girls up and leave them, so I’m kind of nervous. I got up off the couch and walked into the bedroom where (Y/N) was sitting, she was just staring into space. I pull out some of my boxers and a t-shirt from my drawers and crouch down so I’m facing her. Her eyes flutter at the sudden movement and she shakes her head,

“Here, go change into them. They’ll be more comfortable than that dress.” I say, smiling at her. I keep looking at her lips. Her soft, plump lips that were pressed against mine, not so long ago. The same lips that send shivers down my spine when coming into contact with my own. She shifts uncomfortably and gets off the bed, shuffling around me when I grip her wrist.

“Uh… (Y/N), I was… Uh, wondering if you’d maybe, uhm… like to possibly go on a date… with me?” I ask, cringing at my own words, she looks up at me.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Harry.” She says quietly, avoiding my eyes. I couldn’t believe what she just said. I though she liked me.

“W-What? I thought you, uhm liked me?” I asked, trying to get a better grasp on the situation.

“Whatever gave you that impression?” She replied, eyebrows raised.

“You kissed me?” It was meant to be a statement but it came out as more of a question.

“Harry… Don’t.” She whispered looking down, her feet suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world.

“I don’t understand, (Y/N). You kissed me, so you like me. Right?” I asked her, but I was also asking myself this question. She did like me, didn’t she? Why would she have kissed me if she didn’t?

“Harry, it’s just… You would have really hurt Niall if I hadn’t distracted you. I just didn’t want you to-“ she said but I cut her off, “Just leave it.” I whispered, not wanting to hear anymore.

“Harry? You’re not upset are you?” She asks with a curious look in her eyes.

“No? Why would I be upset? You’re just another shag to me after all.” I said coldly and stormed out of the room. I sat on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair, ‘You’re not upset are you?’ was all I could hear running through my head. I had asked her out on a date, laid it all on the line and she tells me she kissed me to save Niall. How is it that he doesn’t even try but he still manages to fuck everything up for me? You know what? I’m done. I’m done trying to impress her. I’m done trying to be nice. I’m done with her. I give up. It’s only been a week but I’m already exhausted from chasing after her, I’m never the one chasing. I sigh, it just wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth it. If she wanted Niall then fine, she could have him. I walked into my room, collecting my phone off the drawers, not even glancing at (Y/N), and I walked out. I scrolled though my contacts and dialled Niall’s number. He picked up on the 5th ring.

“Hello?” His thick Irish accent came through the phone.

“Hey Niall, it’s Harry. I’m sorry about before. I shouldn’t have done what I did, no girl is worth that.” I said hopefully into the phone.

“Mate, it’s fine. I can see why you like (Y/N), she’s a nice girl.” He replied, so he did like (Y/N)? I knew it.

“Nah mate, I don’t like (Y/N). I wanted a shag and she still won’t give it me, so I’m done. You can have her if you want.” I said, my voice faltering at the end, I hoped Niall wouldn’t notice. I also hoped that he wouldn’t take me up on my offer.

“I’d like that actually. Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asked, I wanted to say no.

“Yeah. I don’t give a shit. Anyway I’ve got to go, bye.” I said flatly into the phone and hung up. Great, why the fuck did I say that? I didn’t want Niall to have (Y/N), she’s mine. The way her eyes flutter when she’s nervous, or the way she smiles shyly when she’s around new people. The way she lights up a room, just by walking in, the way her hair falls perfectly without her trying. She’s perfect. All he little flaws making her even more so. Now Niall was going to ask her out and she was going to say yes. What had Niall done that I hadn’t, personally I think I put in much more effort. I can tell she likes Niall, before when she was talking about him, her face lit up and she smiled. She never smiles when she is around me. I don’t know what to do. I want her to be mine but I also want her to be happy. Times like this, I could really use my mum. She always knew what to do and say, always knew how to make me feel better. I remember when I was little, my mum used to always tell me: Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.