Something Good Can Work

I have a confession. My doctor has told me no rigorous exercise and that I'm not to get too excited/upset, but I can not stop think about fucking Harry. He's with me everyday almost, teasing me with his perfect hair, his adorable smile, that freckle--near his lip, oh my god. He is everything. My eyes must have been quite transfixed on said freckle because I noticed he was giving me a weird look. "What is with you?" He said, furrowing his brows. I inhaled, letting out a long sigh before falling forward on my bed and on to the text books and papers that were in front of us. "How can you think about math? I can't think about anything..." I slyly moved my hand to his, letting my index and middle finger walk up his arm. He gave me a smirk, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my cheek, my fucking cheek. "You know the doctor said to give your heart some rest, I know that it's practically impossible for you to contain yourself when I kiss you...so you know, deal with it." Cocky bastard "That's not very fair Harry, I think if we took it slow..." I moved closer to him, my fingers still tracing along his skin as I plead my case. "Trust me, I want to. So bad, this is taking a lot of self control thank you very much." He seemed so proud of himself for torturing me. "Well, why even be with me?" Petty, I know. But I'm a teenage girl in crisis. Sue me. "That's not fair, you know I wouldn't leave you. You're my sunshine, Summer. The main reason I look forward to waking up each day, is to see you. Hold you, be with you. You're being silly, stop that." He said sweetly, ending on a matter of fact tone. I guess that was all I really wanted to hear, it's a tough situation when you get put on limited physical activity but you've also just lost your virginity and all day you dream about sex with your rock god of a boyfriend. Seriously. He didn't stay long, he had to get home and help his sister with an assignment. Because he was in fact a saint, contrary to popular belief. I kissed him goodbye and began packing my books up, placing my back pack by the desk and then walking into my closet to pick out what I would wear to class the next day. "Summer, you dressed?" I heard Niall say. I knew he was over, but we haven't spoken since the kiss. I gave him the cold shoulder even after the medical emergency. In fact, it's been almost a month since I've spoken to him. I contemplated holding my breath, maybe he'll just go away. Think I'm not home and just turn around. "I just spoke to Harry..." He said softly. Damnit. Given up by this so called Saint. I retract my statement. "What do you want Niall?" Annoyed with having to acknowledge him and I knew my tone didn't hide it. "Look, I want to apologize. I am really sorry for kissing you." He said getting closer. I walked out of the closet and looked at him, his baby face, blonde hair, soulful eyes, and he wore a frown. I sighed. "You're an idiot." I walked past him and to my vanity, occupying my mind. I lined my lippys up perfect and pulled out an eye shadow pallet for my morning make over. "I know that, don't you know I do? I thought maybe, if you kissed me back I'd have a chance-" "So you kiss me because of a dare and in front of someone who you actually have a chance with-not to mention in front of my boyfriend. How the fuck did you think that was cool?" I spat, standing to look at him. I'm really failing at this keep calm thing. "Summer, I am sorry I fell in love with you and don't want to stop trying because I'll fight for you always! You should be with me!" He pleaded, his blue eyes watering as he spoke. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and shaking my head. "You picked the worst time to fall in love with me Niall..." It's all I could say. I didn't love him, not like that, I maybe would have thought he'd be the better choice before...but now that I really know Harry, I know that he is not. Harry is the best choice. "What does he have that I don't then? Why do they always choose Harry?" I took a step back, his cheeks were fiery red and the tears that had been gathering were flowing freely. He even spit a little when he spoke, he was on some next level emotions. "I don't know, I didn't choose him. It all just happened Niall..." I defended, shaking my head. I wasn't sure if I should comfort him or keep my distance, this was certainly too many emotions. "There's something! Is it his hair? His cocky disposition? What is it that gets you going summer, is it the way he kisses you? Touches you?" He was walking near me now. His sadness had changed to a mix of anger and determination. I didn't know what his plan was. "Niall, please calm down. Can we do this another time? I need to take my meds and this isn't good for me, not right now." "Always convenient for you, right? Never about anyone else. You're so selfish Summer!" He practically shouted at me. I felt the tears, my eyes closed and I couldn't fucking stop the crying. "Mate, what the fuck? Leave her alone!" Lou yelled as he walked in the room, I looked up at him. He was always saving me, a true big brother. "I-I-I'm sorry, I don't know...I just got so mad. I'm so sorry summer please-" His words were cut off by Louis' fist connecting with his jaw. I watched as Niall fell back, his palm instantly clutching his jaw. "Don't ever speak to her again, you might want to avoid me too. Now get out." Lou pulled him by his shirt and shoved him out of the room before turning to me, his eyes went from enraged to sympathetic. "Summer, are you okay?" He asked as he walked near me, taking me into his arms for an embrace. I nodded, taking deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating because I'm that extreme. "He just- I don't know what I ever saw in him" I spat, burying my face in his shoulder. He stroked my hair and told me it was all right. He stayed with me for hours, we talked about everything. My mom, his mom, our grandparents. My dad--he told me everything he knew about him and swore he didn't spill where I was. I laughed more than I had in weeks, he is the funniest, honestly. He decided we needed a sleepover, this weekend. I'll invite Lucy and he'll invite Harry. We are going to sweet talk gran into letting it happen and we are gonna have a giant pallet made in the living room. Sure we're a bit old for it, but you never know what will happen when the lights are out.

Notes

So Niall is a bi polar. Aren't we all?
Anyway, just a little tension build up.