The Lucky Pick // One Direction

Chapter 44

Megan Watson's POV

"Megan? Wake up. You fell asleep, again."

I moan, rubbing at my eyes, before opening them to see Harry above me.

"Uh, hi?" I say confusedly, taking in my surroundings to see I am laid on the couch in the living room, while Harry is standing up beside it, leaning over me, with his arm rested against the wall.

"You still feel sick?" He asks, watching me intently.

"Mm." I nod.

"Aw, I don't know what to do.." He mumbles.

"Wha-" I get up, leaning myself on my elbows, "What do ya mean?"

"I have to fly to LA, remember?" He says softly.

"Today?" I groan.

"Today," he repeats, sighing. "Niall is coming over soon, though. He can look after you."

Harry and Niall had pretty much resumed their friendship, ever since that day, a month ago. At least, it seems it. Harry now didn't seem to have a problem with Niall and I spending time together, because he knew I didn't have feelings for him.

Or at least, thought.

I, on the other hand, am now trying to figure out what I feel towards Niall.

"How long'll you be?" I ask him, as he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"A few days," he says, "I won't be too long at all."

"Mmkay." I nod, sending him a small smile. He returns the smile and leans down to kiss me, but I stop him, saying, "I'm sick. You'll get my germs."

"Don't really care, to be honest," he chuckles lightly, putting his lips to mine and kissing me. There is soon a click at the door, and Harry pulls away, and looks up, as do I, seeing Niall is there.

"Hi." He smiles slightly.

"How're ya, Niall?" Harry says.

"Grand, thanks," Niall replies, before looking at me, "Unlike you. Heard your sick?"

"Not officially." I shrug. "But I feel terrible."

"Sorry to hear it," he says.

"So, uh, I'm actually running late for my flight, but," Harry says, looking at me, "See you in a few days time, okay?"

"Yeah. See you," I say, before he gives me a quick peck on the lips. He then gives Niall and I a wave, leaving the apartment.

"So," Niall says, sitting down at the edge of the couch, "Christmas is in.... eight days, I think?"

"Pretty random comment," I laugh lightly, "But yeah, Christmas in a week. Woo... I guess?" He laughs. "Delilah and all will be off school..." I tilt my head slightly, "I haven't seen Delilah in ages."

"Well, then, invite her over, maybe." He suggests.

"Can you? Her phone number is in my contacts list," I say, pointing to my phone.

"Her phone number?" He questions, raising an eyebrow.

"She got her first phone last month on her tenth birthday," I say.

"Ah. I see." He picks up my phone, already knowing my password, and flicks through it, before holding it to his ear, and then putting it on speaker.