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Niall wasn’t returning any of your calls, you didn’t even do anything wrong, you can’t control the weather. At school he was distant, you tried to talk to him but he would just walk off. It was weird, you had spent ages wishing they would just leave you alone and now that they had you tried everything to get them back. Niall was walking in the corridor; you took this as an opportunity to try and talk to him. When the bell rung and everyone rushed to class, you grabbed Niall’s t-shirt and pulled him around the corner.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spat.

“Niall, please listen to me. All I’m asking for is 5 minutes.”You pleaded.

“Fine.” He said flatly, no emotion to his voice.

“Niall, Monday was a mistake. Do you really believe that I would intentionally blow you off to hang out with Harry? I said yes to going on that date with you because I like you, not him. Why would I choose staying in a cold, shitty car with Harry, than going on a date with you? It rained, the engine broke and we got stuck. I’m so, so sorry for blowing you off, Niall.” You said, a hopeful expression washing over your face.

“(Y/N), I believe you. I know about the rain and the car because Harry told me on Wednesday morning about it, I was just pissed off. Harry always gets the girl and I’m left with fuck all.” He said looking down.

“How does Harry always get the girl when I’m standing here telling you that I’d pick you over Harry any day?” Niall looked up and smirked, glancing at something behind you. It was Harry. He looked upset but mostly angry.

“Did you hear that Harry? She wants me. Not you. How does it feel to be disappointed? To come so close and have something ripped out from underneath you?” Niall spat, Harry just looked down. You felt like shit. Over the past 2 weeks, since the car malfunction, you and Harry had become quite close. He’d pick you up and take you to school, then drive you home afterwards, come around to your house when the girls couldn’t to keep you company when your mother was out.

“So these past 2 weeks meant nothing to you?” Harry asked, almost a whisper.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stutter, you couldn’t believe you’d just said that about Harry, when he was there for you when Niall was ignoring both of you. “I-I… I didn’t-“ You began but he cut you off.

“It’s fine. Go back to lesson, (Y/N).” You couldn’t argue with him, not after what you just said, so you picked up your bag and made your way to your lesson, one question playing on your mind: Did you really pick Niall over Harry?

*Harry’s P.O.V*

“Why would you do that?” I asked him.

“Why would to try to steal her from me?”

“Because, Harry. You always get the prettiest girls to fuck and I’m sick of it.” He said, his voice getting louder.

“But I don’t want to fuck her!” My voice rising as his did.

“Then what’s the point in being so fucking protective over her if she’s just a friend?” I stayed quiet, not wanting to answer his question. He’s think I’m weak, I couldn’t let him. “Wait…” Niall began, “Y-You like her, don’t you?” He says, his eyes widening, I looked up at him, hoping a look was all he needed to answer that question. “Holy shit. You do! You fucking like her!” Niall half yelled half whispered, a huge grin appearing on his face, soon to be wiped away by a look of regret. “You like her, and I’ve ruined it. Fuck, Harry. I’m so sorry. I had no idea, the only reason I asked her out was to make you jealous, I-“

“What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Just. Say? I say through gritted teeth, “You ruined my chances because you were jealous that I fuck prettier girls than you?” My voice turning into a growl.

“H-Harry, I-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence because I punched him square in the jaw. I don’t regret it, he deserved it. He used her; he used (Y/N) to get back at me. “Prick.” I spat, that’s when Niall go up and swung for me but I dodged and grabbed hold of his arm, twisting it back. I kneed him in his lower back and pushed him to the floor, he got up almost instantly and punched me in the nose, and I felt a crack. I wiped the area below my nose and saw a crimson liquid covering me hand, now I’m pissed. By this time people had gathered round to watch us fight, the teachers staying put, knowing not to interfere with us. Lou ran behind me, pulled me away, just as Zayn did with Niall.

“Fuck off Lou!” I nearly screamed.

“You don’t want to hurt him.” He soothed. But that’s the thing, I did. I did want to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay for using (Y/N).

“I do want to fucking hurt him, he used (Y/N) to get back at me.” I said pulling away from Lou’s grip, only to bump into something a lot smaller than me; it was (Y/N). I tried to gently push her out of the way, but it didn’t work, she stood her ground. I liked her bold attitude, just not now when I was in the middle of a fight.

“(Y/N)-“ I started to speak but she just cut me off.

“Harry, don’t.” She simply said, placing her palms on my abdomen.

“But, he used you. I said that I didn’t want anyone to hurt you, and he did.” I whispered, taking in all her worried features, just as I has in the car.

“Please.” She said one word. That one word made me break.

“Okay.” I murmured, I looked up at Niall and pulled (Y/N) into me.

“I said that I didn’t want anybody hurting her, and you did. You worthless prick.” I spat at him, (Y/N) pulling me away towards my car. “You really want to ditch school?” I smirked.

“Well, scene as your eye is swollen, your nose and knuckles are bleeding and you have a cut lip, yes I want to skip school. We can go back to mine and clean you up, my mother isn’t in.” She said biting her lip, I just stared at her, “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” She smirked, a cocky tone thick in her voice. I just shook my head and opened the car door.

“Well, get in then.” She huffed and got in the car, I had a massive smile on my face. We drove to her house in silence; I guess she was still pissed off about the fight. I pulled up outside her house and ran round to her door, opening it for her.

“Uhm… Thanks.” She muttered awkwardly, not wanting to think much of my gesture. Me and (Y/N) had gotten much closer over the past 2 weeks and I sure as hell wouldn’t let her go of her like last time, I almost lost her. I thought that hanging around (Y/N) would make my feelings fade, getting to know her faults but that’s the thing, I couldn’t find any. I thought that I would start to feel as if she was my friend or a sister, however her being around me even more intensified those feelings. She fumbled with the key and opened to door, gesturing for me to walk in. I’d never actually been in her house before but fuck me, it was big. The floors were marble and there was a chandelier above my head, a long carpet running down the hall.

“Just so you know, I hate this house.” She said laughing.

“How the fuck could you hate it?” I questioned, her statement not making any sense.

“It’s basically my mother flaunting our wealth, it’s so stuck up.” I laughed at her comment, following her up the stairs. There were so many different doors on the landing, (Y/N) opened one to the right and walked inside, me following closely behind. As soon as I walked into the room I could tell it was (Y/N)’s, there were posters and fairly lights strung across the walls, curtains draped over a massive window that lead out onto a balcony. Her bed was huge, it had four-post’s holding up a sort of roof-like object over the bed, and the sheets were neatly placed, perfectly made from this morning. The things I could do to her on that bed. Her underneath me, glistening with sweat, her brows furrowed in pleasure, screaming my name as I hold onto the posts and fuck her senseless. Writhering underneath me as her orgasm hit, her eyes rolling up in sheer bliss as my length moves in and out of her, riding her orgasm. She clings to my forearms, her nails digging into them as she leaves deep scratches down my back, her tiny body shaking in pleasure, trapped under mine-

“Harry?” Shit, how long was I fantasizing for? I look down and see a tent in my jeans, for fucks sake.

“Uh, yeah?” I reply, my voice filled with panic.

“Come here, I need to wash your cuts.” She says, emerging from the on-suite that was attached to her room. She studied my flushed face and looks down, seeing everything. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an ‘o’, just imagine those perfect, plump lips wrapped around my- Stop. I needed to stop. “Uh, I-I think, uhm…” She trailed off, looking up at the ceiling, god. She was so innocent. Most girls would have been staring, but she suddenly finds the ceiling the most interesting thing in the world right now. How can I play this cool?

“After you’ve helped me with my cuts, wanna help me with this too?” I smirked and she just huffed and walked back into the bathroom, me following behind her.

“I don’t even understand how you could get one of those; all you were doing was staring at my bed.” She said whilst trying to reach the first aid kit from the top shelf of the cupboard. I stood up and retrieved it with ease, accidentally pressing my hard member against her, “Harry, what are you doing?” She said, I could tell she felt very uncomfortable.

“Well, it’s not like it hasn’t happened before. At least we’re not naked this time.” She turned around and looked at me as I sent her a wink. She pushed me down onto the toilet seat and opened the first aid kit next to her, spreading the contents onto the floor. Taking a damp cloth, she held my hand in hers, dabbing my blood-stained knuckles. She then took some sort of anti-ceptant and wiped the cuts with it, I winced in pain at her actions.

“Sorry.” She whispered and dabbed my knuckles dry, wrapping them in a bandage. Picking up the damp cloth, she then moved to my nose, wiping away the access blood, our faces inches apart. She was so focused, her gaze intense, not wanting to hurt me. Finally she moved onto my bust lip, I don’t know if she realise but she started to bite her lip as she was concentrating so hard, dabbing the tender area. As she grazed over the cut, I hissed, a worried expression shot across her face, “So-“

“It’s fine.” I said smiling at her, she smiled back. I loved her smile; it was so comforting, so warm. I studied her features, her furrowed brows, her kind eyes, her plump lips. Her lips, they were so inviting, so perfect, so kissable. I’d kissed her before, but not properly. Well, she’d kissed me to save Niall… Niall. That fucking prick. My fists clenched but (Y/N) caught on, seeing the anger in my eyes.

“It’s fine, Harry.” She whispered, packing the stuff away and placing it onto the counter, attempting to climb up and place it back on the shelf. My ‘friend’ had gone down since before so I felt more comfortable standing up, I picked up the first aid box and placed it back on the top shelf. (Y/N) was facing me, her chest pressed against mine.

“Niall is a prick.” She said, her eyes filling with tears.

“I know, he should never have done what he did. Using you was wrong and it was my fault.” I said, regret in my tone.

“It wasn’t your fault, Harry.” She said looking into my eyes.

“He said he did it to get back at me. I don’t know why he did it though. It was disgusting. I just don’t get it.” I said, my head lowering so it was closer to hers.

“Don’t get what?” She whispered.

“I don’t get how he couldn’t like you.” I murmured, moving my hand to her face and wiping away a few stray tears with my thumb. I don’t get how he didn’t feel like the luckiest guy in the world to have a date with (Y/N). I don’t get how he could hurt her like that, something so fragile, so perfect. I don’t get how he can’t feel the same way about her that I do. It wasn’t hard, she was amazing. She placed her hand on top of mine and brought my knuckles to her lips, kissing each cut.

“All better.” She smiled softly. All I could do was stare in amazement, how could this girl, who is the complete opposite of me, turn out to be important to me? She’d looked past all the tattoos and piercings and actually got to know me, rather than make an assumption based of rumours. Yeah, some of them were true but some were just ridiculous. Just then I heard a large bang from downstairs.

“(Y/N) honey, I’m home!” A female voice sang, it was probably her mum… Shit. Her mum was home, and I was here.

“Come on!” (Y/N) hissed pulling me out of her room.

“Whose car is parked outside?” (Y/N)’s mum asked her as she turned round the corner, I waited, not wanting to be seen.

“His.” (Y/N) said, pulling me out from around the corner and putting me on show. “Mother, this is my friend, Harry. Harry, this is my mother, Andrea.”