Harry's P.O.V.
“Wow.”
I woke up, remembering everything that happened the night before. I couldn't believe it. I kissed Niall and surprisingly, he kissed me back. The kiss was so wonderful.
I climbed out of bed, brushing my hair and making my way to the bathroom.
Who knew? Who knew that Niall would actually kiss me back?
I thought these thoughts while lathering my body with the coconut scented soap. It was truly amazing. The kiss, not the soap.
Leaving the shower and throwing my clothes on, I made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast, and then I decided against it.
Maybe I should buy something for Niall and I. It'll be easier for me to talk about what happened on Saturday if we're eating.
I got into my car and texted Niall that I would be coming over in 30 minutes. I can't wait to see his face again.
Niall's P.O.V.
I was getting my things together this Monday morning when my phone dinged from across the room. I went over to it to look at it, and when I saw who it was, my heart skipped 10 beats.
Harry: Hey Niall, I'm coming over in 30 to pick you up. See you then.
xxHarryxx
Niall: See you—
I didn't know what to say. How should I text him back? What words do I use?
Niall: See you soon!
—Niall Horan
First of all, I have to get rid of that stupid signature. Second, I regret texting back. Maybe I should have left it. He would have come over either way.
I started my normal routine, and while I was brushing my hair, it hit me.
Harry and I have to talk about what happened on Saturday.
Oh gosh. I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle that conversation. What if he kissed me just to do it? What if he's messing around? What if he actually wants to be my friend and was only trying to tell me something, but when he leaned in, I turned my head to quickly and then it became a kiss? And then what of he knows so now he feels terrible and—
You know what? I'll just tell him that I don't feel the same. That way, he'll never think that I like him.
But I love him too much. I have to tell him the truth, no matter what.
The bell rang, which meant Harry was here. The moment has come. I grabbed my things from my bed and went out the door.
I looked out and saw Harry leaning against his car. Ugh. He's so beautiful. He was leaning just enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo under his shirt. Oh my.
“Niall! Guess what?”
“What is it Harry?”
It was at this moment that Harry went into his car and pulled out some McDonald's. He held it out to me like it was proposing to me.
If only he would.
“I got us some McDonald's!” Harry had the biggest smile on his face, the type of smile that made his dimples very prominent.
I took the McDonald's from Harry and ate the hotcakes and McGriddle he bought for me.
“Um, Niall? There's something that I want to talk to you about.”
I turned to look at Harry, and was very scared for how this conversation would turn out.
“So, about what happened on Saturday,” he continued, “you may or may not remember what happened before we went home. I was just wondering, is there a chance that you like me?”
When he said those words, his beautiful blue orbs looked at me, and he was biting his plum, pink lips.
C'mon, Niall. Be honest. The worst thing that could happen is that he could reject you.
But that's it. I don't want him to reject me. I can't imagine living without him.
“Niall?”
I snapped my head to look right at Harry and said...
Harry's P.O.V.
I couldn't focus at all during school. Not even during English, which was a class I enjoyed so that I could write my heart out. I enjoy it, you know.
But I couldn't focus. I simply wanted to stay in my room and never again see the light of day. I was so upset.
Niall told me that he wasn't interested. Those words broke me harder than anything else I've ever endured in my life. When u drove us to school afterward, we were silent. It was gonna take a lot of time to recover from this.
Niall told me that he was simply going to go home by bus this week, even though he knew how dangerous that was because of the amount of hate he would get. I got in my car and drive home, and I was sitting on my bed, not sure of what to do.
How does one get over being rejected? I didn't know. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, couldn't eat, I couldn't do anything. All I wanted in my life was to be with Niall, but he didn't want me.
After a while, I got up and grabbed my photo album. It made me lighten up little more whenever I was upset.
Also, I don't think I've really introduced myself. So, hi. I'm Harry Styles.
I live with my mum. My father left us when we were young and my sister is away at University. I'm the youngest. My mum always calls me her baby because I am. I absolutely love my mother, especially since she accepted me when I came out to her. I simply felt safe around her. I also happened to be what some may refer to as “popular”. I honestly don't feel special in any shape or form, and I sometimes wish that I wasn't always at the center of attention. I usually am a cheery person. I don't like being sad or upset.
I'm also into music. Music is my favorite thing in the world, because it allows me to escape into my own little world.
Now, back to what I was saying.
Niall said he wasn't interested in me. My heart broke into a million little pieces. How could I possibly live my life without him?
Well, he's still in your life. He doesn't hate you and he still wants to be friends.
Friends. I couldn't settle for that. I was in love with him. I still am. I can just be his friend. I wish I could change what I said. I went in to early. I ruined my own chance to be with him. I stopped focusing on football, I haven't hung out with my other friends, I haven't even been focusing on school. But who needed all that when there was Niall? I know I didn't.
Speaking about football, you should probably practice before the coach kicks you off the team.
I went outside and started warming up, making sure that my leg muscles were all warmed up. After that, I realized I was sweating. It's fall. In London. And I'm sweating.
God, I'm out of shape.
Niall's P.O.V.
Harry seemed cool with my answer.
I was sitting in my bed working on coursework, thinking about today's events. I had said no to Harry. Harry seemed to be all right with that, and that made me so upset. I wasn't wanting for him to be mad, but the fact that he seemed cool about it bothered me.
Niall, you should have told him how you felt.
But what if he was just testing me?
I highly doubt that, Niall.
I looked at my clock and the time read 10:30. I really should get to sleep.
~Author's Note~
Hey guys! So, I haven't updated this story in ages, but j haven't had enough time due to school and such. Please forgive me! I'm going to try and update once a week since I'll be writing every day. Ciao!