My Kryptonite

Claire Windhall was an average girl. She didn't have anything exciting happening at all. But once she goes to London for the summer and has two famous One Direction stars fall for her, she doesn't know what to do. She knows that eventually she has to go home. Will she have the guts to tell the truth, or will she keep it a secret?


6. The Tell-Tale Heart

Claire's POV

After the kiss I just felt sick. Super sick. I didn't know how to feel. I knew that I had just kissed 2 guys from One Direction in a month while also going to see London. I just don't know how to feel.  I know I betrayed my boyfriend, Harry, while I kissed my crush, Niall. I'm just sick. Like I said, super sick.

After we had lied to Harry about getting gum off of my shoe, we went out to the campfire. I sat down on a log next to Harry, to not cause any suspicion. When Harry saw me he smiled. "Ok," I thought. "That means he probably doesn't know." He got close to me and kissed me. I kissed him again and smiled. "Claire," He said. "Yeah baby?" I replied. "I love you," he said. I smiled to myself with excitement. "I love you too." Right then Niall came up and butted in. "Hey you two either need to help or get a room!" He said. Everyone was finding dry firewood for the campfire while me and Harry were huddled by the cabin talking. I wanted to rip Niall's eyes out when he said that. He's just going to keep doing that... That thing. The thing where he looks at me and acts like he is going to tell Harry about the kiss but then talks about something totally different. It's driving me nuts like in The Tell-Tale Heart; the guy killed this old man and then the cops came and he basically was drove insane and told them where the body was. It was because he could hear the ticking of the old man's heart. It grew louder and louder and eventually he went crazy; like me. I'm going crazy. And Niall; he's the ticking heart. Ticking and ticking and waiting for me to blow.

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