~ It Never Should've Been...Again? ~ Sequel to It Never Should've Been ~

~ Chapter 13 - Overalls, Cowboy Boots, and a New York Giants T-Shirt ~

I scrambled out of the bed and flicked on the light, to show a big-eyed Harry in my bed.

"Harry! What the fuck are you doing here?"

He sat up, "I saw you leave the arena crying so I followed you."

"You couldn't of called saying, 'Oh, I saw you're leaving while crying. Are you okay?' or maybe, 'Hey, I folowed you, is it okay if I come in?'"

Harry mumbled, trying to find the right words.

I sighed and pointed to the door, "Get out. Just get out."

He rose to his feet, "Are you okay, though? That was unbelievable. I mean, it's hard to believe you've seen two people die!"

Tears sprang to my eyes, "Thank you for reminding me, Harry, now will you please leave."

"I mean, you were a wreck with that girl. You must of almost died yourself when Jayda died."

"Oh my God, just get out, Harry! I know what happened and I don't need to be reminded. And remember, you did make Jayda die."

"I remember," he said and walked up to me, "But just so you know, you shouldn't of seen either of them die. They shouldn't of died in the first place."

"You're right, they shouldn't of, but you killed her! You killed her Harry!"

Tears were now streaming down my face and Harry was watching me with big eyes.

I looked at him, "She's dead Harry. They're both dead."

"I know, Ellie, I know, and I'm sorry. If I could turn back time, I would."

I sniffled and turned away. "Just leave, Harry."

He didn't move to the door. Instead, he moved closer to me. He pulled me into a hug.

I tensed up but he didn't let go. After a minute, I just relaxed, knowing there was no way out of it, yet there were still tears running down my face.

"You killed her, Harry, you killed her," I said on repeat.

"I'm sorry," Harry said everytime I said it.

After a minute, I stopped talking and surprisingly, hugged back. I could tell it surprised Harry as well, as he gave me a small squeeze.

"I'm so sorry, Ellie."

"Me too," I whispered and the unexpected happened.

Harry pulled back slightly and gently pressed his lips to my forehead. He wasn't trying to be a pervert. He wasn't trying to make me like him either. He was just trying to be caring. And it worked.

But the weird thing, his lips made my forehead tingle.

I tensed and looked up at him and he gave me a scared look, "I'm sorry, Ellie. I'll just go now. I'm sorry." He scrambled away from me and out my bedroom door.

I looked confused at the door and sat back on my bed, my hand raising up to my forehead.

It still felt tingly and I started to get nervous why. I mean, I couldn't of developed feelings for Harry. Couldn't I? I mean he killed my best friend. He fucking killed my best friend.

I shook my head and heard the front door open again.

"Ellie?" called an Irish accent.

"In here," i said, relieved.

Niall made his way into my room and when he saw me, he smiled gently.

He had on a loose tank top and sweat pants and hightops which he kicked off on the way to my bed before he crawled in next to me.

I snuggled up next to him as Niall looked around.

"So this is where you used to stay."

"Yeah."

"In this room?"

I nodded.

"It's very...pink?"

I laughed, "Yes, very, very pink. I was maybe six when I picked out everything in here. I kinda regret it now."

"Don't regret it. It was you. Besides, six year old Ellie sounds adorable."

"Oh, shush," I laughed.

"What?" Niall grinned.

"I was the dorkiest kid in school."

"Oh, please. You just started school then. You couldn't of possibly shown up and got labled 'Dorkiest kid in school'."

"Well, if I didn't show up in overalls, cowboy boots, and a t-shirt, maybe not."

Niall raised his eyebrows, "You did not."

I laughed, "Oh, but I did. New York Giants all the way."

This got him laughing, "Oh my god, Ellie. I can't even register this! I mean-" he tried before he cracked up laughing.

I crossed my arms, "Hey, I was six. I didn't have the fashion sense I do now."

He finally stopped laugh, "From what I hear, probably not, but to me, you sound like a pretty cool six year old. I mean, who else would go to their first day of school in overalls, cowboy boots, and a New York Giants."

"Probably only me," I smiled.

"Exactly. One of the things that make you different. There's nothing wrong with it," Niall said and kissed my forehead, which made me tense.

Why didn't it tingle. Was I already tired of him? We only started dating a few months ago. And I love him. Don't I? Wait, I can't say that. I do love him. What am I talking about.

I rolled over and faced the other way, "Well, I'm going to sleep. Just wake me up in the morning or something."

"Alright," he answered and turned off the lights before rolling towards me and putting his arms around me and kissing my forehead again, which made me relax.

I felt tingles. I smiled. I wasn't over him. I still needed him. I still love him.

I rolled a little closer, feeling more confident in my decisions now.

"Love you."

"Love you too, Ellie. See you in the morning."

I smiled and when I closed my eyes, I tensed up again, thinking.

So, if I have two guys falling for me and I have feelings for both of the guys. How am I going to chose between them. Especially when i'm already dating one of them.

I wrinkled my nose.

Shit.

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Author's Note:

Hai guise! *waves*

So, like I said, I'm going on a writing scedule.

I'm going to say, I'm going to update every Wednesday. I get out early those days so I can write and I'll have time on the weekends too.

And you never know. Maybe I'll have a few surprise updates throughout the week. ;)

So, I think that's iiiit. Um, oh, this has absolutly nothing to do with you, but I met this chick at school and she's freaking awesome and we're talking a lot and crap. Anyway, I asked her if she likes One Direction and she said no and I'm like 'I WILL TEACH YOU OUR WAYS, SPECIAL CHILD'.

Anyway, yeah.

Good byyye :)